I nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.
“Los Angeles was an impression of failure, of disappointment, of despair, and of oddly makeshift lives. This is California? I thought.”
“I was playing rugby and the other games English school children do, and there was an event in which races were run, and I won these by a considerable margin.”