chapter 18

The king was working in the garden. He seemed very glad to see me. We walked through the garden. This is the queen, he said. She was clipping a rose bush. Oh how do you do, she said. We sat down at a table under a big tree and the king ordered whiskey and soda. We have good whiskey anyway, he said. The revolutionary committee, he told me, would not allow him to go outside the palace grounds. Plastiras is a very good man I believe, he said, but frightfully difficult. I think he did right though shooting those chaps. If Kerensky had shot a few men things might have been altogether different. Of course the great thing in this sort of an affair is not to be shot oneself!

It was very jolly. We talked for a long time. Like all Greeks he wanted to go to America.

Here ends _The Inquest_ into the state of contemporary English prose, as edited by Ezra Pound and printed at the Three Mountains Press. The six works constituting the series are:

Indiscretions _of_ Ezra Pound

Women and Men _by_ Ford Madox Ford

Elimus _by_ B. C. Windeler with Designs _by_ D. Shakespear

The Great American Novel _by_ William Carlos Williams

England _by_ B.M.G.-Adams

In Our Time _by_ Ernest Hemingway with Portrait _by_ Henry Strater