fɔːɹ ˈɔːdən, ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ ɔnðɪ ˈiːv ʌv wˈɜːld wˈɔːɹ tˈuː, ðə ɹɪzˈʌlts ʌv pəlˈɪɾɪkəl ɡˈæŋstɚɹˌɪzəm wˈɛðɚɹ ɪn jˈʊɹɹəp ɔːɹ ɐmˈɛɹɪkə lˈʊkt mˈʌtʃ ðə sˈeɪm.
For Auden, writing on the eve of World War 2, the results of political gangsterism - whether in Europe or America - looked much the same.