Just returned from a performance of Faust, remarkable for the magnificence of its scenery and setting. The magic scene (a la Venusberg) was a revelation in stagecraft. Mephistopheles was taken by one Frederic Schorr – splendid voice.
Having fasted since lunch, I have just toasted half a rissole and two small crusts, rescued from breakfast, which, washed down by half a cup of cold tea, have restored my pristine and titanic energies. I refuse to go to bed – I don’t want to make my bunk – “I tell ye I’ll not clane our me cell! I’ll lave the goal first!” I shall read “New Zealand at the Front” and continue smoking.
[Image: A group of soldiers from the 3rd Battalion, NZ Rifle Brigade, enjoy the joke of reading a copy of the publication ‘New Zealand at the Front’ while seated on a captured German anti-tank gun. Photo taken at ‘Clapham Junction’ a muddy part of the battlefield in Belgium on 20 November 1917 by Henry Armytage Sanders. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington. Ref: 1/2-012980-G]
Walk March 