Letter: Sailing into the sunset of monarchy

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The Independent Online
Sir: All across the land the cry goes up: "Vivat Elizabetha!", "Viva Portillo!" From the heath-covered mountains of Scotia to the shop- doorways of the Strand, old ladies on trolleys in hospital corridors wipe a proud tear from a rheumy eye; rosy-cheeked schoolchildren, 40 to a leaking classroom, break forth in joyful song; taxpayers swallow a rapidly rising lump-sum.

Ring out, wild bells! Other nations may choose to blink in the blinding dawn of the 21st century, but Britannia steams majestically into comforting sunset of the 19th.


Richmond, Surrey