some ways the last year was the worst. Tension had never been higher. Disenchantment in France at least had never been greater. The mindless cruelty of it all had never been more absurd and savage. This last year, stretching from the hopeful spring of 1961 to the cease-fire of March 18, 1962, spanned a season of revolt, shadow-boxing, false threats, capitulation and murderous hysteria. French Algeria died badly. Its agony was marked by panic and brutality as ugly as the record of European imperialism could show. In the spring of 1962 the unhappy corpse of empire still shuddered and lashed out and stained itself in fratricide. The whole episode of its death, measured over at least seven and a half years, constituted perhaps the most pathetic and sordid event in the long twilight of colonialism. It was hard to see that anyone of importance in the tangled conflict came out of it well. Nobody won the conflict, nobody dominated it. It had raged on almost uncontrolled, destroying men and institutions and principles of conduct. No one could win. It was simply agreed between the two principal parties to the struggle that the war should end. The myth of Algeria as an integral part of France collapsed. The myth of an Algerian nation was left in the ruins of empire to be made concrete. The story of the last year was the story of French capitulation, delayed by military revolt and unsuccessful policy of hardbargaining which disintegrated finally before the unyielding attitude of the rebel Moslem elite backed by the mass of Algerian Moslems. It was characteristic of the devious and futile policy of France that the rebel Government's agreement, March 17, 1961, to open peace talks should have been cancelled by de Gaulle's foolish attempt to weaken the Ferhat Abbas administration by bringing in Hadj Messali's rival, moderate and small,