When he said, "Mexico is a bad problem," I couldn't resist the impulse to reply: "When Mexico troubles you, think of--Ireland.

As there are persons in England who concern themselves with Mexico, so there are persons in the United States who concern themselves about Ireland.

Ireland and Mexico have each given trouble for two centuries.

Yet these people talk about them as if they could remove all trouble in a month." "Quite true," he said, and smiled himself into silence.

Then he talked about more or less frivolous subjects; and, as always, he asked about Mr.Bryan and Mr.Roosevelt, "alike now, I suppose, in their present obscure plight." I told him I was going from his house to the House of Lords to see Sir Edward Grey metamorphosed into Viscount Grey of Fallodon.
"The very stupidest of the many stupid ceremonies that we have," said he--very truly.
He spoke of my "onerous duties" and so on and so on--tut, tut! talk that gets nowhere.