Chapter V: H., (Maine). Chère Madam: Could Lewis but hear you, through his

gas-mask, gazing at the ruins of one of the gun parapets of his battery, I think he would smile with the delicate and contented smile that I have at moments seen “lighting his countenance”. There was once a man who began an article: “WE MUST KILL JOHN BULL, we must kill him with Art”. These words smote the astonished eyes of the British public. No other Englishman had ever before so blasphemed the effete national symbol. Neither had any one else very much objected to the ladies in nightgowns which distinguished Punch’s caricatures. The writer was, needless to say, Wyndham Lewis. He will probably have died for his country before they find out what he meant.