Here is substantial disproof that ""no man is a hero to his secretary"", for Miss Moir, after years of intimate knowledge of Churchill, the man and the chief, emerges with no illusions as to his peccadilloes, his erratic and mercurial temperament, his qualities of a human dynamo (with corresponding expectations in regard to all about him) -- but equally with a life-long hero worship unshattered. She can say, at the close of a revealing and intimate picture, -- ""Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to this one man"". As I read I wondered, fleetingly, whether this ""exposure film"" would belittle the greatness of the leader in the eyes of readers who learned, for perhaps the first time, of his excessive love for the dramatic, his egotism, his lack of imagination as to other people's human frailties; then as I read further, I felt that what she had done was to give one a feeling of a man above criticism, but made more human by the knowing, more magnetic in the revelation of a many faceted personality, deeply grooved to achievement. A book which will be widely read for its content. The style is somewhat haphazard, almost slipshod at times, but one feels as though Miss Moir were talking to one.