But there are endings, as you and I well know. Once more I find I wish to throw my work into the sea—so inadequate a document it seems! So feeble and blinkered by my merely human hand and eye, so poor a testament to the people I have known. To my people. I have no wish to continue, even alone. But I had no wish to answer the call then, either. Yet answer I did. And as I did then, I shall try now.
