ABSTRACT
It is the month of May. Once again I am engaged in a struggle which involves much responsibility. It is a struggle which has gone on for generations and I shall bring it to a close. I shall overthrow ignorance and conservatism, and carry through my schemes for restoration of this church in the valley, abolishing the vulgarisms of the Victorians, rediscovering the ancient fabric of the walls, stripping away the coats of whitewash, the memorial tablets rife with ornate cherubim. This is the last big struggle I shall undertake, and I shall win. I have always won, at the cost of health, toil and preferment. Looking back at the choices presented in the last twenty years, I realise their inevitability.
