Snach Snarch Paris France et Choiseul Fri- April 25 [[crossed-out]] So Katherine was right after all about The "Snarchi" [[/crossed-out]] I am back in Paris and it is late. [[crossed-out]] This [[/crossed-out]] The morning which started for me before seven A M in London with that call from the BBC seems a week ago, so much has intervened. The whole world's vocable lay seems to have collapsed into three words: Aborted Rescue Mission A new phase has begun. There is no doubt about that. Whether it will hasten a release or prevent there even being one, or whether this is a prelude to stepping off a precipice into unspeakable larger global conflagration are thoughts l am too exhausted to dwell on for the moment. The best [[?]] for us is to keep to the schedule, travel on to Luxembourg and take the days as they come. With luck like Washington the Iranians are pausing to draw in a breath , [[crossed-out]] And [[/crossed-out]] refraining from [[crossed-out]] kicking up the embers of adding [[/crossed-out]] throwing sticks into the bonfire, [[crossed-out]] that might at least [[/crossed-out]] When the phone rang so early at Sylvia's this morning I knew it had to do with the crisis. Strangely, Katherine's warning about a rescue had completely left my mind [[crossed-out]] yet again despite [[/crossed-out]] Too many trip details and the news [[crossed-out]] crashed ov [[/crossed-out]] came as a terrible shock despite these negative thoughts. Page 2 The BBC correspondent