The Journal of a Disappointed Man

This morning in bed I heard a man with a milkcart say in the road to a villager at about 6.30 a.m., "... battle ... and we lost six cruisers." This was the first I knew of the Battle of Jutland. At 8 a.m. I read in the Daily News that the British Navy had been defeated, and thought it was the end of all things. The news took away our appetites. At the railway station, the Morning Post was more cheerful, even reassuring, and now at 6.30 p.m. the Battle has turned into a merely regrettable indecisive action. We breathe once more. June 4. It has now become a victory. June 11. Old systems of Classification: Rafinesc's Theory of Fives, Swainson's Theory of Sevens, Edward Newman's book called Sphinx Vespiformis tracing fives throughout the animal world, Sir Thomas Browne's Quincunx, chasing fives throughout the whole of nature--in the words of Coleridge, "quincunxes in Heaven above, quincunxes in the Earth below, quincunxes in the mind of man, in optic nerves, in roots of trees, in leaves, in everything!" Old false trails: The Philosopher's Stone (Balthazar Clæs).[2] A universal catholicon (Bishop Berkeley's tar-water). Mystical numbers (as per above). My father was Sir Thomas Browne and my mother Marie Bashkirtseff. See what a curious hybrid I am! I toss these pages in the faces of timid, furtive, respectable people and say: "There! that's me! You may like it or lump it, but it's true. And I challenge you to follow suit, to flash the searchlight of your self-consciousness into every remotest corner of your life and invite everybody's inspection. Be candid, be honest, break down the partitions of your cubicle, come out of your burrow, little worm." As we are all such worms we should at least be honest worms.