[10b is probably a fragment, and does not follow from 10a. (AQ) 10c is incorporated here.] Listen to his talk: "Pious children, you are good I know you are good, for we are born to lead Europe to the Cross again. What's money? One heathen child baptised is worth it all." This man's a millionaire, Director of three large companies: Brother a bishop, Sister a Mother Superior. "Pride is hate. Last week A writer in a paper called me enemy Of the poor. Wicked fool Today he walks the streets. If he had learned To pray as well as he had learned to write He'd be a chief editor this night. Brain power! It makes me laugh to hear these brainy men Talk in their pride. A poor child's Hail Mary Is worth all the poems of all the poets." Take him away, shadows, till I tell How this man claimed to be my friend, the friend Of the spirit of the poet. He buys pictures, He hears music. He must now buy poems - or poets. A job, I asked him for a job. He thought and thought Staring through a window. Ought he? ought He risk freeing me? The gravel grind Keeps humility in a writer's mind Lift them up and they become Impossible, they'll wreck the home Destroy the family, send Christ back To His Manger - This he thought While his mouth made other words. There was no job that I could do But would I take a five pound note A tiny token here in lieu Of all the lovely things I wrote? I took the five pound note and laughed All the way up the street I thought I had touched something soft Christ charity so very sweet.