CENTRE POINT I sing to myself .. .
All things with the convergence of rays travelling in impatient tremor through the medium of a lens— come to me in an intense concentration. All thoughts emanate from me— beams travelling in vibrating scintillation, through the pulsating lens of the master mind. The centre of the whole am I— receiving, sending.. . The intensest point of the universe, gigantic switch of all operation. Nothing exists without me. The bird's song through the mist of dawn, the cry, the kiss, comets swishing past worlds, lost worlds, cease to exist with me. I am the world—it's for me. The world and I are a clockwork delicately intense. I am the axle of the wheel of life— by my ceasing the ceasing is universal. This table, this book, this word will end—nothing known of— thinking will not be thought— feeling not felt— knowing not known— nothing will not be nothing but only end. When I think of it—I know not why I feel a curved sickness to be now and not to be always. We are the participators of the world. Each one of us is I, through whom the world exists. S. DANEFF.
THE HOUSE CONCERTS After a lapse of several years the House Concerts were revived this term. By a set of "rules" designed to restrain the excessive enthusiasm which in the past had sometimes led to an undesirable concentration of energies on this one end, each House was permitted a fortnight in 33
