It was entirely a side result of the European catastrophe that people in England then seemed more united, even more cheerful, than they have since. All the hatred which we now reserve for one another was, I suppose, directed against Hitler; and the English, with their perpetual gift for understatement, sang a song in which they called him a rabbit.
John Mortimer, Clinging to the Wreckage: A Part of Life (1982)
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