something sad and ridiculous and valiant and hopelessly english about the implicit pride taken in bruce belfrage's composure in this wartime incident. a bomb hit broadcasting house during a news bulletin, but bruce belfrage carried on reading the news while sitting in soot and debris - a touch of the orchestra playing as the ship goes down, and a great deal of good sense - and strength - to remain composed on national radio, not to cause unnecessary nationwide alarm, even though the muffled impact of the blast had been picked up by his microphone.