(Smiling encouragingly.) What are they about, the big ideas?
Gordon.
Well, of course at present, about the war. The war is so huge one needs to be away from it, like we are here, to see how big it is.
Loveday.
Yes. I felt that on the voyage out, passing over those miles and miles of clean, shining blue sea. I’d worked my hardest in a tiny corner till I had broken down, in London you know, but I didn’t realise what I had been working at till I was far away on the sea. Then I began to ache and ache to find some way of doing more for it than I had done. (Whimsically.) And as I am on the sick list I seem able to do nothing at all.
Gordon.
But you have done something. I’ve done nothing yet.
Loveday.
“Your sheep——.”