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Rivers, as I have already attempted to indicate,
was a wonderful man. He certainly made me aware
of it after Fd offered him my wretched explanation.
It was, thank heaven, the only time I ever saw him
seriously annoyed with me. As might be expected, he
looked not only annoyed, but stern. The worst part
was that he looked thoroughly miserable. With averted
eyes I mumbled out my story; how I'd lost my temper
because I was kept waiting; how I really didn't know
why I'd done it; and how it was nothing to do with
backing out of my decision to give up being a pacifist.
When he heard this his face changed. He looked
relieved. My eyes met his; and when I dolefully ex-
claimed "And now I suppose I've dished the whole
thing, just through having said I'd go to tea with the
astronomer!'5 he threw his head back and laughed in
that delightful way of his. For me it was about the
best laugh he ever indulged in, for it meant that he'd
put the whole board-cutting business behind him and
was ready to repair the damage without delay. Not
a word of reproach did he utter. I was causing him
a lot of extra trouble, but he merely remarked that
he might find some difficulty in getting my papers
past the new commandant, whose arrival was immi-
nent. This officer was believed to be ultra-conven-
tional in his ideas about the mental deportment of
young officers, and it was feared that his attitude
toward the psychoses would be somewhat adaman-
tine. Whether it really was adamantine I am unable
to say, for I don't seem to remember much about
those three weeks which concluded my career at

Oddly enough, the agitation created by board-
cutting produced an ableptical effect on my intro-