Mr.Dent thinks he's the biggest man alive, and Dent has some mighty good instincts.
Talk about troubles! Think of poor Northcliffe.

He thinks he's saved the nation from its miserable government, and the government now openly abuses him in the House of Commons.

Northcliffe puts on his brass knuckles and turns the _Times_ building upside down and sets all the _Daily Mail_ machine guns going, and has to go to bed to rest his nerves, while the row spreads and deepens.

The Government keeps hell in the prayer-book because without it they wouldn't know what to do with Northcliffe; and Northcliffe is just as sure that he has saved England as he is sure the Duke of Wellington did.
To come back to the war.

(We always do.) Since I wrote the first part of this letter, I spent an evening with a member of the Cabinet and he told me so much bad military news, which they prevent the papers from publishing or even hearing, that to-night I almost share this man's opinion that the war will last till 1918.
That isn't impossible.