Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington N.Z. Vol. 2, No. 18. September 20, 1939
If H.W.G. were not inclined to burble so unwisely and publicly, he might conceal a little in himself and so keep us guessing as to his actual potentiality. But as it is in his burbling state we cannot help finding him in, "Is There Any Hope?" to be, as it were, caught in underwear full of extremely awkward holes . . . . The question "Is There Any Hope?" is in itself a vast rent which cannot possibly be repaired with any of the unreasonably inadequate rags he pulls out of his bag. H.W.G suffers from what in these days is the very contagious disease of too many pretensions.
In "Technique of Reaction" we find something of pure inspiration in, "A loud accordeon successfully awung Annie Laurie through the rye." That is clever, Quite a little of this confused article is clever. But Ronald L. Meek forces himself further to make his style crude, even triumphantly grating, while the substance of both his writings points to a young man gaining his feet and more or less advertising this difficulty In his verse (which has, however, some poetical likenesses). In a year or two he ought to be steady . . . For the present he is only interesting as the legs he stands upon are fairly wooden, and he is forced to lean rather heavily on Mr. Aldous Huxley, and others.