Michael Gove has a perceptive column about the contrast between Lord Palmerson and the relative pygmies in office today. But it's not his serious point which interests me; it's this:
There are any number of reasons to wish we had Palmerston at the helm. Perhaps
the only British Foreign Secretary to dye his sideburns and father a child
in his sixties after ravishing a housemaid on a billiard table, he is worth
venerating not just for his sheer animal spirits but for the direct line he
took on Abroad — as the Greeks discovered when they allowed an anti-Semitic
mob to run riot in the 1840s.
No, not the anti-semitism; the reference to the child he fathered. Because in the mid-1990s, I worked in the very room in which it happened.
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