LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

to attend him; he said: turn out the light, I am ashamed to look at you.
That is the soldier’s feeling about baby killing, about bombing hospitals,
the cad’s feeling is possibly different.
The words “Palazzo S. Giorgio” probably mean nothing to you. A few
art lovers, architects, may know what they refer to. The Palazzo was of
no military importance. Neither were Gaudier-Brzeska’s charcoal
drawings. The Kensington Museum accepted some after Gaudier’s
death. The bulk of them were in a suitcase in Gertova, in a sculpter’s
studio. I knew that his father’s flat had been burnt out, but was told the
studio had not been hit. I thought it was time to remove the drawings. I
found them. The suitcase covered ¼ inch thick with dust and plaster. A
hole in the ceiling six feet away, a pile of sand on the floor. I used the
cover of Dick’s bookcase to dust off the suitcase. The concierge said:
“Yes, fortunately we noticed the spezzoni; and put it out quickly.”
Gaudier gave his life in the last war, for France and England. I had
shared the drawings with England. I suppose it is due to me that some of
his sculpture is in the S. Kensington or the Tate Gallery. At least I
believe no one will contradict that statement.
You came within an ace of burning up most of his drawings. Especially
as the small abstract notebook was in the suitcase with the large
charcoals. And a copy of Hughes and one or two other more or less
irreplaceable objects. Another mark in Genova was the library [of] the S.
Carlo theater.
“ONE spot of earth that is forever England.” Dick’s father used to be
Anglophile. He was a friend of your late Admiral Martin. He had
forgotten or forgiven [the] Caracciolo incident, a chapter in Nelson’s life
that is not emphasized in your school books or official biographies of the
columnist.
This vandalism is perhaps the minor part of your treachery. By treachery
I refer to the alliance with Russia, any Russia. It may be unwisdom …