always be. "Beyond that there's nothing much you can say." But I believe we have

a duty not to be so defeatist in this matter. It is surely a professional

responsibility for all of us to think deeply about these things so that each of

us may better strive towards attaining 'dignity' for ourselves.

 

Day Two - Morning

 

Salisbury

 

STRANGE beds have rarely agreed with me, and after only a short spell of

somewhat troubled slumber, I awoke an hour or so ago. It was then still dark,

and knowing I had a full day's motoring ahead of me, I made an attempt to return

to sleep. This proved futile, and when I decided eventually to rise, it was

still so dark that I was obliged to turn on the electric light in order to shave

at the sink in the corner. But when having finished I switched it off again, I

could see early daylight at the edges of the curtains.

 

When I parted them just a moment ago, the light outside was still very pale and

something of a mist was affecting my view of the baker's shop and chemist's

opposite. Indeed, following the street further along to where it runs over the

little round-backed bridge, I could see the mist rising from the river,

obscuring almost entirely one of the bridge-posts. There was not a soul to be

seen, and apart from a hammering noise echoing from somewhere distant, and an

occasional coughing in a room to the back of the house, there is still no sound

to be heard. The landlady is clearly not yet up and about, suggesting there is