ABSTRACT
The First Lady, by contrast, was innocent and pastoral. "Based on reality"? It was certainly local, ordinary, friendly. I wish I had its confidence about councillors. In other places than Furness, they have called in the police and dogs. But though to a stranger, at least, its lovable strings were showing, it offered a version of spirit and decision which was welcome, and especially this week. For one thing, the councillors had been elected. I have been trying aJl week to compose
the right kind of note to the Governors of the BBC, reminding them, politely, that they are appointed figures; that if they try to trace their legitimacy, or that of their senior advisers, from any specific act of public choice they may find it harder than Mrs Danby; and that a conscientious person, in a situation like this affecting a national institution, would naturally remind himself, before casting any vote and quite apart from the bonhomie of committees, that he is only one among 55 million.
