"My Lord Archbishop, what a scold you are! And when your man is down, how bold you are! Of charity how oddly scant you are! How Lang O Lord, how full of Cantuar!"
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Bullett's poem criticising Cosmo Gordon Lang for his speech on Edward VIII's abdictation. Quoted in Ross McKibben, Classes and Cultures 1918–51, (2000), Oxford University Press, also in Anthony Jay, Lend Me Your Ears:Oxford Dictionary of Political Quotations,(2010), Oxford University Press.
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Gerald Bullett
Gerald Bullett (30 December 1893 – 3 January 1958) was a novelist, essayist, short story writer, critic and poet.
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