The author of The Wounded Don't Cry -- the commentator in the picture, London Can Take It, here presents his London diary --September through December 1940. He had kept the diary for his father, as a record of the ""inconsequential things"" not covered in his pieces for Colliers. Bits about people, about the daily round, about eating and drinking and working and watching, as the people of England proved that for once Hitler guessed wrong, that a war of nerves can't destroy them. It is colorful and human and revealing and grand reading. You feel as though you know the men and the people he clubbed with. This diary has the quality that made his earlier book valuable, an ability to present scenes and personalities in a seemingly offhand manner, with an underlying significance that shows how far from casual he is in his sense of responsibility to his English subject and his American public.