Letter From The Editor


One may be permitted a fleeting smile at the way in which 1962’s “breach of security” becomes 1971’s sacred duty to history, but one must also admit that editorial writers, if anonymous, are human, and that the accumulation of disasters in our time has been enough to change anyone’s mind. To get back to our opening point, it would be comforting if any important part of history could safely be pasted into some kind of national scrapbook, labelled “The Settled Past,” and put away. But that is impossible as long as people keep records—especially if they mark them “burn this letter,” or “top secret.” That makes their reappearance as certain as that of Banquo’s ghost, and as troubling. All over? Never.