Various Records, mostly self-explanatory. The Court of Inquiry mentioned in the bottom left-hand message was to decide whether the wound of a man in the Public Schools Battalion—a rifle-shot through his foot—was self-inflicted or accidental. It was self-inflicted. B. Echelon meant the part of the battalion not in the trenches. Idol was the code-name for the Second Battalion the Royal Welch Fusiliers. The notebook leaf is the end of my 1915 diary only three weeks after I began it; I used my letters home as a diary after that. The message about Sergeant Varcoe was from Captain Samson shortly before his death; I was temporarily attached to his company 322 1929, The Second Battalion the Royal Welch Fusiliers back to pre-war soldiering. The regimental Royal goat, the regimental goat-major and the regimental pioneers (wearing white leather aprons and gauntlets—a special regimental privilege) on church parade at Wiesbaden on the Rhine. The band follows, regimentally. The goat has a regimental number and draws rations like a private soldier. ‘Some speak of Alexander, and some of Hercules....’ _To face page_ 364 WORLD’S END The tympanum is worn thin. The iris is become transparent. The sense has overlasted. Sense itself is transparent. Speed has caught up with speed. Earth rounds out earth. The mind puts the mind by. Clear spectacle: where is the eye? All is lost, no danger Forces the heroic hand. No bodies in bodies stand Oppositely. The complete world Is likeness in every corner. The names of contrast fall Into the widening centre. A dry sea extends the universal. No suit and no denial Disturb the general proof. Logic has logic, they remain Quiet in each other’s arms, Or were otherwise insane, With all lost and nothing to prove That even nothing can be through love. LAURA RIDING (From _Love as Love, Death as Death_) GOOD-BYE TO ALL THAT I The objects of this autobiography, written at the age of thirty-three, are simple enough: an opportunity for a formal good-bye to you and to you and to you and to me and to all that; forgetfulness, because once all this has been settled in my mind and written down and published it need never be thought about again; money. Mr. Bentley once wrote: