If you want to understand what’s happening in the world right now, just read William Manchester’s Winston Spencer Churchill: The Last Lion Alone, 1932-1940.
This superb volume book chronicles Churchill’s courageous and lonely battle against pacifism, disarmament and appeasement. Churchill was politically isolated in Parliament, often jeered and scorned when he warned of the growing Nazi threat.
He fought men who had stooped to the acme of gullibility and self-delusion.
And it’s happening once again as Islamic imperialism darkly threatens western civilization.
But I want to veer away from politics for a moment.
I want to ask a question — about love.
Early in the book, Manchester writes about Clementine Churchill, Winston’s loving and mostly loyal wife, and her brief three-month affair with a wealthy art dealer, Terence Philip.
Manchester quotes La Rochefoucauld: In any affair one partner is the lover and the other the beloved.
Long afterward Clementine conceded that the initiative had been hers.
Clementine said: “He made me love him.”
Thus Philip, seven years younger, was the beloved.
The question I pose to my wise readers is: In marriage does this maxim also hold true?