Episode.

Sargeson is artistically depressing, as always, but I don't know that this gets him (or us) anywhere. You say to yourself, "Yes, that's true. I'd never thought of it that way before." But what the hell! You aren't any the better for thinking of it that way; you don't feel any happier or more deeply moved. In the end you leave Sargeson where you found him, in the depresaion, where he's been embroiled for the last ten years.

"Unto Us" is a remarkable piece of graphic writing; true or untrue It makes a yarn almost up to "Truth" exemplar, but its incoherence and volubility detract from Its finality. Similarly, Gaskell's Maori-boy hu-moresque loses grist from incoherence and slipshod architecture.