Chapter Four
Aphrodite
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One chapter can’t reasonably be expected to bear the weight of that night. We have so far built but the groundwork of that night, and on that we have now to shape a peculiar edifice, according to the flimsy but saturnine manner of the third decade of the twentieth century; to which majority the twentieth century has attained, as more austere histories will tell you, only after the most unparalleled pains, Teachings, belchings and bellowings; but we, taking a more private course, will be more circumspect in our derangements.
We have, so far that night, seen Gerald Haveleur March, by the way. We have seen his evening-paper; but we have not read it. (Nor had Hilary read his Evening Standard. He always ‘glanced at it’, he excused himself later on, as he was going t
