All Fluff


finds himself in a tighter corner than even the CPI(M). Faced with the fact that the Left Front-FB alliance could win less than 20 seats against his confident expectation of 110 seats, the Correspondent seems to be unsure whether to cry or shout. The tone of his second despatch suggests that he has tried to do both; but finds, because of what he might think to be his conviction, and the courage (wounded pride ?) of that conviction, a lump in his throat. The despatch is a heroic effort to push down that lump.