AN UGLY VISION 31 



a federation of the world ? It is a big place no doubt, 

 and not all West, and we may cast an apprehensive 

 look at Asia and Africa when causing the globe to 

 revolve with a touch of the finger ; we may well have 

 a fleeting vision of a million million bi-coloured souls, 

 gasping and straining towards a more open world, 

 a wider space with room to breathe and live and 

 propagate. Numbers without name, surrounding our 

 Barbarry Camp, fencing us in! Let it pass the ugly 

 vision; let us fall to dreaming again as in those 

 beautiful days before the last great devastating erup- 

 tion of the Huns. Dreaming of peace on earth, 

 everlasting peace, since to understand is to despair; 

 does not the aspiration itself signify decay? 



