One thinks that he began his descent unconsciously, and that carelessness rather than any inherent badness led gradually to an egoism which has proved fatal to his powers and to his character.
To the self-absorbed, vision is impossible.

Mr.Balfour, unable to penetrate the future, has lived from day to day, enjoying the game of politics for the fun of confounding critics and managing colleagues, enjoying too the privilege and dignity of power, but never once feeling the call of the future, or experiencing one genuine desire to leave the world better than he found it.

And now he ends his political career clinging to a decorative office under the leadership of Mr.Lloyd George.
At the end of his Gifford Lectures, after an argument which induced one of his listeners to say that he had _a stammer in his thoughts_, Mr.
Balfour announced his faith in God.

One may recall Pascal's exclamation, "How far it is from believing in God to loving Him!" I have always thought it significant of his true nature that Mr.
Balfour should be one of the worst offenders in that unlovely Front Bench habit of putting his feet up on the Clerk's table.

The last time I was in the House of Commons Mr.J.H.Thomas was lying back on the Opposition Front Bench with his legs in the air and his muddy boots crossed on the table.