Текст книги "The Complete Short Stories"

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Ahead of me, above the fields of uncropped sugar-cane, I could see the poles and straggling telegraph wire that marked one of the main roads to Shanghai. I pressed on towards it, the vehicle rolling from side to side on the earth track. Behind me the bodies were sliding about as if in some huge scrimmage, their heads banging the sides of the truck. It was now a short period after noon, and a potent but not altogether unpleasant stench had filled the cabin. In spite of its obvious source, it seemed in some way to be refracted and amplified by the odours of my own body, almost as if my hunger and exhaustion were acting as the catalyst for the process of putrefaction. A plague of flies had descended on the truck, and covered the outer surface of the rear window behind my head, so that I was unable to see if the Japanese were following me in their scout car. I could still see the profound sense of loss in their eyes as they had watched me leave, and I almost regretted that I had not taken them with me. Far from my being their prisoner, it was they who in some way belonged to the bodies lying behind me.

Before I could reach the main Shanghai road the radiator of the engine had boiled, and I wasted a full half an hour waiting for it to cool. In order to lighten the load on the engine, I decided to throw off Hodson’s corpses. There was now no chance whatever of catching up with him, and he was almost certainly speeding through the suburbs of Shanghai for a first look at his garage. Somehow I would find my own way to my parents’ camp.

I climbed on to the back of—the truck, and clambered among the bodies piled together. Gazing down at the yellowing faces between my feet, I realized that I recognized almost all of them – the nuns and the Chinese couple, the elderly woman and the three children, a slim young man of my own age with an amputated left hand, a pregnant woman in her early twenties who vaguely resembled my sister. These belonged to my flock, whereas Hodson’s intruders were as distinct and separate as the members of a rival clan. Their leader was clearly a small, elderly man with a barechested body like a grey monkey’s, whose sharp eyes had seemed to follow me all day as I lifted him on and off the trucks.

I bent down to seize him by the shoulders, but for some reason my hands were unable to touch him. Once again I felt that presentiment of death I had sensed so many times, surrounding me on all sides, in the canal beside the road, in the fields of sugar-cane and the distant telegraph wires, even in the drone of an American aircraft crossing far overhead. Only I and the passengers aboard this truck were immune.

I tried to pick up another of the corpses, but again my hands froze, and again I felt the same presentiment, an enclosing wall that enveloped us like the wire fence around our camp. I watched the flies swarm across my hands and over the faces of the bodies between my feet, relieved now that I would never again be forced to distinguish between us. I hurled the tarpaulin into the canal, so that the air could play over their faces as we sped along. When the engine of the truck had cooled I refilled the radiator with water from the canal, and set off towards the west.

It was without surprise, an hour later, that I came across Hodson’s truck, and was able to make up the full complement of my passengers.

Where Hodson himself had gone I never discovered. Five miles down the Shanghai road, after two further delays to rest the engine, I found the truck abandoned by a Japanese road-block. In the afternoon haze the surface of the road seemed to be speckled with gold, nodes of bright light reflected from hundreds of spent cartridge cases. The Japanese here had fought a vigorous engagement, perhaps with some intruding patrol of Kuomintang troops. Webbing and empty ammunition boxes lay in the tank ditch dug across the road. Unable to drive around this obstacle, Hodson had presumably set off on foot.

I stopped beside his abandoned truck, listening to the harsh beat of my engine in the deserted air. A hundred yards behind me a narrow lane led across a field of sugar-cane in a westerly direction, and with luck would carry me a little further on my circuit of Shanghai.

First, however, I had to take on my additional passengers. At the time, as I carried the dozen corpses from Hodson’s truck and lifted them on to my own, it occurred to me more than once to give up the entire enterprise and set off on foot myself after Hodson. But as we turned off the road and rolled down the lane between the fields of sugarcane I felt a curious kind of comfort that we were all together, almost a sense of security at the presence of my ‘family’. At the same time the urge to rid myself of them still remained, and given the opportunity – a lift, perhaps, in a passing Kuomintang vehicle – I would have left them at the first chance. But within this empty landscape they did at least provide an element of security, particularly if a hostile Japanese patrol came across me. Also, for the first time I had begun to feel a sense of loyalty towards them, and the feeling that they, the dead, were more living than the living who had deserted me.

The afternoon sun had begun to set. I woke in the cabin of the truck to find that I had fallen asleep beside a broad canal whose brown surface had turned almost carmine in the fading light. In front of me were the approaches to an empty village, the single-storey dwellings concealed by the dark fronds of the wild sugar-cane. All afternoon I had been lost in a golden world, following the sun as it moved away from me across the drowned paddies and silent villages. I was certain that I had covered some twenty miles – the apartment houses of the French concession were no longer visible along the horizon.

My last attempt to free myself from the corpses took place that night. At dusk I stepped from the cabin of the truck and walked through the sugar-cane, breaking the stems and sucking the sweet pith. From the back of the truck the corpses watched me like a hostile chorus, their inclined heads slyly confiding in each other. I too at first resented this nourishment flowing through me, meagre though it was. As I revived, however, leaning against the radiator grille of the truck, I was suddenly tempted to release the handbrake and roll the vehicle forward into the blood-stained canal. As a result of committing myself to this lunatic troupe of passengers, ferrying them from the football stadium to some destination they had never agreed upon, I had lost the chance of seeing my parents that day.

Under the cover of darkness – for I would not have dared to commit this act by daylight – I returned to the truck and began to remove the bodies one by one, throwing them down on to the road. Clouds of flies festered around me, as if trying to warn me of the insanity of what I was doing. Exhausted, I pulled the bodies down like damp sacks, ruthlessly avoiding the faces of the nuns and the children, the young amputee and the elderly woman.

At this point, when I had nearly destroyed everything I had been allowed by circumstances to achieve, I was saved by the arrival of a party of bandits. Armed American merchant seamen, renegade Kuomintang and quisling auxiliaries of the Japanese, they arrived by sampans and rapidly occupied the village. Too tired to run from them, I crouched behind the truck, watching these heavily armed men move towards me. For some reason, although I knew they would kill me, I had no sense whatever of that presentiment of death.

At the last moment, when they were only twenty feet away, I lay down in the darkness among the circle of corpses, taking my position between the young nun and the elderly woman. The ferocious flight of the thousand flies came to a stop, and I could hear the heavy step of the bandits and the sounds of their weapons. Lying there in the darkness in the circle of the dead, I watched them halt and peer into the truck, arms raised across their mouths. Unable to approach us, they waited for a few minutes and then returned to the village. All night, as they roamed from house to house, kicking down the doors and breaking the furniture, I lay in the circle of corpses. Towards dawn two of the Kuomintang soldiers came and began to search the pockets of the dead. Staring at the sky, I listened to them panting beside me, and felt their hands on my thighs and buttocks.

At dawn, when they left in their motorized sampans, the flies returned. I stood up and watched the sun rising through the dark forests of sugar-cane. Waiting for its disc to touch me, I summoned my companions to their feet.

From this time onwards, during the confused days of my journey to my parents’ camp, I was completely identified with my companions. I no longer attempted to escape them. As we drove together through that landscape of war and its aftermath, past the endless canals and deserted villages, I was uncertain whether the events taking place spanned a few hours or many weeks. I was almost sure that by now the war should have been over, but the countryside remained empty, disturbed only by the sounds of the American aircraft overhead.

For much of the time I followed the westerly course of the river, a distant presence which provided my only compass bearing. I drove carefully along the broken roads that divided the paddy-fields, anxious not to disturb my passengers lying together behind me. It was they who had saved me from the bandits. I knew that in a sense I was their representative, the instrument of the new order which I had been delegated by them to bring to the world. I knew that I now had to teach the living that my companions were not merely the dead, but the last of the dead, and that soon the whole planet would share in the new life which they had earned for us.

One small example of this understanding was that I no longer wished for food. I looked out from the cabin of the truck at the wide fields of sugar-cane beside the river, knowing that their harvest would no longer be needed, and that the land could be turned over to the demands of my companions.

One afternoon, after a brief thunderstorm had driven the American aircraft from the sky, I reached the bank of the river. At some time a battle had been fought here among the wharfs and quays of a small Japanese naval air base. In the village behind the base there were shallow wells filled with rifles, and a pagoda housing a still intact anti-aircraft gun. All the villagers had fled, but to my amazement I found that I was not alone.

Seated side by side in a rickshaw that had been abandoned in the central square of the village were an elderly Chinese and a child of ten or so whom I took to be his granddaughter. At first glance they looked as if they had hired the rickshaw a few hours beforehand and ridden out here to view this small battlefield that I too was now visiting. I stopped my truck, stepped down from the cabin and walked over to them, looking around to see if their coolie was present.

As I approached, the child climbed from the rickshaw and stood passively beside it. I could see now that, far from being a spectator, her grandfather had been seriously wounded in the battle. A large piece of shrapnel had driven through the side of the rickshaw into his hip.

In Chinese I said to him, ‘I’m making my way to the Soochow road. If you wish, you and your granddaughter are welcome to ride with my companions.’

He made no reply, but I knew from his eyes that despite his injuries he had immediately recognized me, and understood that I was the harbinger of all that lay before him. For the first time I realized why I had seen so few Chinese during the past days. They had not gone away for ever, but were waiting for my return. I alone could repopulate their land.

Together the child and I walked down to the concrete ramp of the naval air base. In the deep water below the wharf lay the drowned forms of hundreds of cars rounded up from the allied nationals in Shanghai and dumped here by the Japanese. They rested on the river bed twenty feet below the surface, the elements of a past world that would never be able to reconstitute itself now that I and my companions, this child and her grandfather had taken possession of the land.

Two days later we at last reached the approaches to my parents’ camp. During our journey the child sat beside me in the cabin of the truck, while her grandfather rode comfortably with my companions. Although she complained of hunger to begin with, I patiently taught her that food was no longer necessary to us. Fortunately I was able to distract her by pointing out the different marks of American aircraft that crossed the sky.

After we reached the Soochow road the landscape was to change. Close to the Yangtse we had entered an area of old battlegrounds. On all sides the Chinese had emerged from their hiding places and were waiting for my arrival. They lay in the fields around their houses, legs stirring in the water that seeped across the paddy-fields. They watched from the embankments of the tank-ditches, from their burial mounds and from the doors of their ruined houses.

Beside me the child slept fitfully on the seat. Free of any fear of embarrassing her, I stopped the truck and took off my ragged clothes, leaving only a crude bandage on my arm that covered a small wound.

Naked, I knelt in front of the vehicle, raising my arms to my congregation in the fields around me, like a king assuming his crown at his coronation. Although still a virgin, I exposed my loins to the Chinese watching me as they lay quietly in the fields. With those loins I would seed the dead.

Every fifty yards, as I approached the distant water-tower of my parents’ camp, I stopped the truck and knelt naked in front of its boiling radiator. There was no sign of movement from the camp compound, and I was sure now what I would find there.

The child lay motionlessly in my arms. As I knelt with her in the centre of the road, wondering if it were time for her to join my companions, I noticed that her lips still moved. Without thinking, giving way to what then seemed a meaningless impulse, I tore a small shred of flesh from the wound on my arm and pressed it between her lips.

Feeding her in this way, I walked with her towards the camp a few hundred yards away. The child stirred in my arms. Looking down I saw that her eyes had partly opened. Although unable to see me, she seemed aware of the movement of my stride.

From the gates of the camp, on the roofs of the dormitory blocks, on the causeways of the paddy-fields beyond the wire, people were moving. Their figures were coming towards me, advancing waist-deep through the stunted sugarcane. Astonished, I pressed the child to my chest, aware of her mouthing my flesh. Standing naked a hundred yards from the truck, I counted a dozen, a score, then fifty of the internees, some with children behind them.

At last, through this child and my body, the dead were coming to life, rising from their fields and doorways and coming to greet me. I saw my mother and father at the gates of the camp, and knew that I had given my death to them and so brought them into this world. Unharmed they had passed into the commonwealth of the living, and of the other living beyond the dead.

I knew now that the war was over.

1977

The Index

Editor’s note.From abundant internal evidence it seems clear that the text printed below is the index to the unpublished and perhaps suppressed autobiography of a man who may well have been one of the most remarkable figures of the 20th century. Yet of his existence nothing is publicly known, although his life and work appear to have exerted a profound influence on the events of the past fifty years. Physician and philosopher, man of action and patron of the arts, sometime claimant to the English throne and founder of a new religion, Henry Rhodes Hamilton was evidently the intimate of the greatest men and women of our age.

After World War II he founded a new movement of spiritual regeneration, but private scandal and public concern at his growing megalomania, culminating in his proclamation of himself as a new divinity, seem to have led to his downfall. Incarcerated within an unspecified government institution, he presumably spent his last years writing his autobiography, of which this index is the only surviving fragment.

A substantial mystery still remains. Is it conceivable that all traces of his activities could be erased from our records of the period? Is the suppressed autobiography itself a disguised roman a clef, in which the fictional hero exposes the secret identities of his historical contemporaries? And what is the true role of the indexer himself, clearly a close friend of the writer, who first suggested that he embark on his autobiography? This ambiguous and shadowy figure has taken the unusual step of indexing himself into his own index. Perhaps the entire compilation is nothing more than a figment of the over-wrought imagination of some deranged lexicographer.

Alternatively, the index may be wholly genuine, and the only glimpse we have into a world hidden from us by a gigantic conspiracy, of which Henry Rhodes Hamilton is the greatest victim.

A

Acapulco, 143

Acton, Harold, 142-7, 213

Alcazar, Siege of, 221-5

Alimony, HRH pays, 172, 247,

367, 453

Anaxagoras, 35, 67, 69-78, 481

Apollinaire, 98

Arden, Elizabeth, 189, 194, 376-84

Autobiography of Alice B. Tokias, The (Stein), 112

Avignon,

birthplace of HRH, 9-13;

childhood holidays, 27;

research at Pasteur Institute of Ophthalmology, 101;

attempts to restore anti-Papacy, 420-35

B

Bal Musette, Paris, 98

Balliol College, Oxford, 69-75, 231

Beach, Sylvia, 94-7

Berenson, Bernard,

conversations with HRH, 134;

offer of adoption, 145;

loan of DOrer etching, 146;

law-suits against HRH, 173-85

Bergman, Ingrid, 197, 234, 267

Biarritz, 123

Blixen, Karen von (Isak Dinesen),

letters to HRH, declines marriage proposal, 197

Byron, Lord, 28, 76, 98, 543

C

Cambodia,

HRH plans journey to, 188;

crashes aircraft, 196;

writes book about, 235;

meetings with Malraux, 239;

capture by insurgents, 253;

escape, 261;

writes second book about, 283

Cap d’Antibes, 218

Charing Cross Hospital Medical School, 78-93

Charterhouse,

HRH enters, 31;

academic distinction, 38;

sexual crisis, 43;

school captain, 44

Chiang Kai-shek,

interviewed by HRH, 153;

HRH and American arms embargo, 162;

HRH pilots to Chungking, 176;

implements land-reform proposals by HRH, 178;

employs HRH as intermediary with Chou En-Lai, 192

Churchill, Winston, conversations with HRH, 221;

at Chequers with HRH, 235;

spinal tap performed by HRH, 247;

at Yalta with HRH, 298;

‘iron curtain’ speech, Fulton, Missouri, suggested by HRH, 312;

attacks HRH in Commons debate, 367

Cocteau, Jean, 187

Fleming, Sir Alexander, credits HRH, 211

Ford, Henry, 198

Fortune (magazine), 349

Freud, Sigmund, receives HRH in London, 198;

conducts analysis of HRH, 205;

begins Civilization and its Discontents, 230;

admits despair to HRH, 279

Cunard, Nancy, 204

D

D-Day,

HRH ashore on Juno Beach, 223;

decorated, 242

Dalai Lama,

grants audience to HRH, 321;

supports HRH’s initiatives with Mao Tse-tung, 325;

refuses to receive HRH, 381

Darwin, Charles,

influence on HRH, 103;

repudiated by HRH, 478

de Beauvoir, Simone, 176

de Gaulle, Charles,

conversations with HRH, 319-47, 356-79, 401

Dealey Plaza (Dallas, Texas),

rumoured presence of HRH, 435

Dietrich, Marlene, 234, 371, 435

E

Ecclesiastes, Book of, 87

Eckhart, Meister, 265

Einstein, Albert,

first Princeton visit by HRH, 203;

joint signatory with HRH and R. Niebuhr of Roosevelt petition, 276;

second and third Princeton visits, 284;

death-bed confession to HRH, 292

Eisenhower, Gen. Dwight D., 218, 227, 232

Eliot, T. S.,

conversations with HRH, 209;

suppresses dedication of Four Quartets to HRH, 213

Ellis, Havelock, 342

Everest, Mt., 521

F

Fairbanks, Douglas, 281

Faulkner, William, 375

Fermi, Enrico,

reveals first controlled fission reaction to HRH, 299;

terminal cancer diagnosed by HRH, 388;

funeral eulogy read by HRH, 401

G

Gandhi, Mahatma,

visited in prison by HRH, 251;

discusses Bhagavadgita with HRH, 253;

has dhoti washed by HRH, 254;

denounces HRH, 256

Garbo, Greta, 381

George V,

secret visits to Chatsworth, 3, 4-6;

rumoured liaison with Mrs Alexander Hamilton, 7;

suppresses court circular, 9;

denies existence of collateral Battenburg line to Lloyd George, 45

Goldwyn, Samuel, 397

Grenadier Guards, 215-18

Gstaad, 359

H

Hadrian IV, Pope, 28, 57, 84, 119, 345-76, 411, 598

Hamilton, Alexander, British Consul, Marseilles, 1, 3, 7;

interest in topiary, 2;

unexpected marriage, 3;

depression after birth of HRH, 6;

surprise recall to London, 12;

first nervous breakdown, 16;

transfer to Tsingtao, 43

Hamilton, Alice Rosalind (later Lady Underwood),

private education, 2;

natural gaiety, 3;

first marriage annulled, 4;

enters London society, 5;

beats George V at billiards, 5, 7, 9, 23;

second marriage to Alexander Hamilton, 3;

dislike of Marseilles, 7;

premature birth of HRH, 8;

divorce, 47;

third marriage to Sir Richard Underwood, 48

Hamilton, Henry Rhodes,

accident-proneness, 118;

age, sensitiveness about, 476;

belief in telepathy, 399;

childhood memories, 501;

common man, identification with, 211;

courage, moral, 308, physical, 201;

generosity, 99;

Goethe, alleged resemblance to, 322;

hobbies, dislike of, 87;

illnesses, concussion, 196;

hypertension, 346;

prostate inflammation, 522;

venereal disease, 77;

integrity, 89;

languages, mastery of, 176;

Orient, love of, 188;

patriotism, renunciation of, 276;

public speaking, aptitude for, 345;

self-analysis, 234-67;

underdog, compassion for, 176;

willpower, 87

Hamilton, Indira,

meets HRH in Calcutta, 239;

translates at Gandhi interviews, 253;

imprisoned with HRH by British, 276;

marries HRH, 287; on abortive Everest expedition, 299;

divorces HRH, 301

Hamilton, Marcelline (formerly Marcelline Renault),

abandons industrialist husband, 177;

accompanies HRH to Ankor, 189;

marries HRH, 191;

amuses Ho Chi-minh, 195;

divorces HRH, 201

Hamilton, Ursula (later Mrs Mickey Rooney), 302-7,

divorces HRH, 308

Hamilton, Zelda, rescued from orphanage by HRH, 325;

visit to Cape Kennedy with HRH, 327; declines astronaut training, 328;

leads International Virgin HRH designs tomb, 478

Jesus Christ, HRH compared to by Mairaux, 476

I

Impostors,

HRH troubled by, 157, 198, 345, 439

Inchon, Korea, HRH observes landings with Gen. MacArthur, 348

Interlaken, Bruno Walter lends vill to HRH, 401

International Congress of Psychoanalysis, HRH stages anti psychiatry demonstration, 357

Ives, Burl, 328

J

Jerusalem,

HRH establishes collegium of Perfect Light Movement, 453;

attempted intercession by HRH in Arab-Israeli war, 444;

by International Red Cross, 477;

denounced by World Council of Churches, 499;

criminal prosecution of, 544;

disbandment, 566;

reconstituted, 588;

designated a religion by HRH, 604;

first crusade against Rome, 618;

infiltrated by CIA, 622

Pill, the, denounced by HRH, 611

Jodrell Bank Radio-telescope, 501

Joyce, James, 256

Juan Les Pins, 347

Jupiter, planet,

HRH suggests existence of extra-terrestrial observers, 331;

urges re-direction of space programme to, 342

K

Kennedy, Cape,

HRH leads Perfect Light Movement demonstration, 411

Kennedy, John F., President,

declines to receive HRH, 420;

ignores danger warnings, 425;

mourned by HRH, 444

Kierkegaard, Soren, 231

Koran, 118

L

Lancaster, Mrs Burt, 411

Lawrence, T. E.,

HRH compared to by Koestler, 334

Levi-Strauss, C., 422

Life (magazine), 199, 243, 331, 357, 432

Limited Editions Club, 345

Louis XIV, 501

M

Malraux, Andr, 239, 345, 399, 476

Mann Act,

HRH charged under, 345

McCall’s (magazine) 201, 234, 329, 333

Menninger Clinic,

HRH confined, 477;

receives treatment, 479-85;

discharged, 491;

re-admitted, 495

Menuhin, Yehudi, lends Palm Springs villa to HRH, 503

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, offer to HRH, 511

Miranda, Carmen, 377

Bride campaign, 331;

arrested with HRH by Miami police, 341

Frankfurt police, 359;

divorces HRH, 371;

wins Miss Alabama contest, 382;

go-go dancer, 511;

applies for writ of habeas corpus, 728

Harriman, Avereil, 432

Harry’s Bar, Venice, 256

Hayworth, Rita, 311

Hemingway, Ernest,

first African safari with HRH, 234;

at Battle of the Ebro with HRH, 244;

introduces HRH to James Joyce, 256;

portrays HRH in The Old Man and the Sea, 453

Hiroshima,

HRH observes atomic cloud, 258

Hitler, Adolf,

invites HRH to Berchtesgaden, 166;

divulges Russia invasion plans, 172;

impresses HRH, 179;

disappoint HRH, 181

Hydrogen Bomb,

HRH calls for world moratorium on manufacture, 388

N

NATO, 331, 356, 571

Nice, 45

Niebuhr, R.,

conversations with HRH, 270-5;

admiration for HRH, 276;

lends villa to HRH, 288;

expresses reservations about HRH, 291

Nietzsche, 99

Nobel Prize,

HRH nominated for, 220, 267, 342, 375, 459, 611

O

Oberammergau, 117

Oedipus Complex, 42-9, 87, 451

Old Bailey, first trial of HRH, 531;

prosecution case, 533-7;

hung jury, 541;

second trial, 555;

surprise intervention of Attorney-General, 561;

acquittal of HRH, 564

Oswald, Lee Harvey, befriended by HRH, 350;

inspired by HRH, 354; discusses failure of the Presidency with HRH, 357-61;

invites HRH to Dallas, 372

Oxford Book of Religious Verse, 98, 116

P

Pasternak, Boris,

conversations with HRH, 341-4

Paul VI, Pope,

praises Perfect Light Movement, 462;

receives HRH, 464;

attacked by HRH, 471;

deplores messianic pretensions of HRH, 487;

criticises Avignon counter-papacy established by HRH, 498;

excommunicates HRH, 533

Perfect Light Movement,

conceived by HRH, 398;

launched, 401;

charitable activities praised by Nehru, Lyndon B. Johnson, Pierre Trudeau, 423;

medical mission to Biafra, 456;

criticised Wight, Isle of, incarceration of HRH, 712-69

Windsor, House of, HRH challenges legitimacy of, 588

Q

Quai d’Orsay,

expresses alarm at HRH initiatives in Third World, 651;

concludes secret accords with Britain, United States and USSR, 666

Quixote, Don,

HRH compared to by Harold Macmillan, 421

R

Rapallo, HRH convalesces in, 321

Reader’s Digest (magazine), 176

Rockefeller Foundation,

dissociates itself from HRH, 555

Rubinstein, Helena, 221, 234, 242

S

Schweitzer, Albert,

receives HRH, 199;

performs organ solo for HRH, 201;

discusses quest for the historical Jesus with HRH, 203-11;

HRH compared to by Leonard Bernstein, 245;

expels HRH, 246

Sex-change, rumoured operation on HRH, 655

Stanwyck, Barbara, 248

Stork Club, 231

T

Tangier, secret visit by HRH, 653-5

Technology,

HRH renunciation of, 409

Telepathy,

HRH interest in, 241;

conducts experiments,

U

United Nations Assembly,

seized by Perfect Light Movement, 695-9;

HRH addresses, 696;

HRH calls for world war against United States and USSR, 698

V

Versailles,

Perfect Light Movement attempts to purchase, 621

Vogue (magazine), 356

W

Westminster Abbey,

arrest of HRH by Special Branch, 704

Y

Yale Club, 234

Younghusband, Lord Chancellor,

denies star chamber trial of HRH, 722;

denies knowledge of whereabouts of HRH, 724;

refuses habeas corpus appeal by Zelda Hamilton, 728;

refers to unestablished identity of HRH, 731

Z

Zanuck, Daryl F., 388

Zielinski, Bronislaw,

suggests autobiography to HRH, 742;

commissioned to prepare index, 748;

warns of suppression threats, 752;

disappears, 761 349-57;

claims powers of, 666

Tenth Convocation of Perfect Light Movement, 672;

proclamation of HRH’s divinity, 685

Time (magazine), cover stories on HRH, 267, 359, 492, 578, 691

Tynan, Kenneth, 451

1977