Lloyd George, David, 1863-1945; Prime ministers -- Great Britain -- Biography
He is a splendid travelling companion; he loves the novelty and stimulus
of foreign touring. He likes the friendly open-air life of foreign
capitals; and he is never tired of exploring new cities. They come back
now as radiant memories—those travels over Europe which we took
together in earlier, peaceful days—in France and the Tyrol, over plains
and mountains, through villages and cities.
One experience comes vividly back. We were staying in a little Tyrolese
village named Vent. Some of us, being mountain climbers by election, had
set off at 3 a.m., the climber’s hour, to mount a high snow-peak, the
Similaun. We returned in the afternoon to find that Mr. Lloyd George had
disappeared from the inn.
He returned later and told us his experience. He had tired of his
reading, looked up at the glistening peaks and decided that he, too,
could and would climb mountains. He had taken his stick, set off alone,
and proceeded to attack the nearest peak, without ice-axe or guide. He
surmounted a rock-ridge, crossed a glacier, and reached a distant
height. None of us could comprehend how he managed to return alive.
There it is again, in small matters as in big—this note of daring, of
refusal to accept defeat, of assertive invincibility. It is the key-note
of his character. In every study of David Lloyd George it pursues you
everywhere and all the time.
There never was a time in human history when such a quality was more
needed. Frowning heights lie behind and in front of—roaring cataracts
of catastrophe—gleaming peaks of suffering and sacrifice—frozen
glaciers of death, seamed and crevassed with agony. May he help us to
win through!
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[143] As a capital sum for building, in addition to £1,000,000 a year
for maintenance out of the Insurance Fund. Even these sums have proved
quite inadequate.
[144] Nehemiah IV, 8.
[145] At the Welsh Eisteddfod of 1917.
CHAPTER XXVII
THROUGH FOREIGN EYES
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham’s language was his mother tongue
And Wolfe’s great name compatriot with his own.
COWPER.
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