At Liverpool. What I hoped would take place today has not done so, namely the transporting of the bullion and discharge of ratings. If this had taken place I should have been convinced that after all we were not going to Halifax again. There are still rumours “flying”, but familiarity is breeding contempt.
The S. B. S’s wife arrives tonight; I almost envy him, only that you were coming in a like manner.
Our mails have started again and this morning’s brought a letter from Ma, this evening’s a 7-pager from you. This letter was a delightful affair and I thank you with all the sincerity in me for giving me so happy a time as its perusal did. I have written to you and Ma this afternoon.
This evening I went down to attend to the Chaplain and spent an hour with him speaking about Horatio Bottomley; the Bishop of London and his “Mission of Repentance and Hope”; the curse of England, in fact, the World – Immorality. The Chaplain does not agree with Bottomley criticising the Bishop for starting such a mission at the present time. I said although not agreeing with Bottomley at the same time I considered the Bishop and the Church generally would do real Christianity by helping the widows and orphans of soldiers a bit more. The Chaplain seemed taken aback and said “Don’t you consider it is being done”. I answered emphatically, “No Sir”. I spoke of many other wrong points in the Church and its administration. The argument then veered round to Immorality. I suggested methods of dealing with it, but the Chaplain is very pessimistic about this terrible curse and considers that whilst man is an animal in his mind and ways so long will this curse continue. He does not consider Law could deal with it, in fact, apparently there is no hope at all of stopping it. I told him it would not be stopped through the Church, and he agreed. I considered Law was the only effective means of dealing with it. He finished up by saying “It’s no use, Tothill, we cannot solve the problems of the World”. He also told me as I was leaving his cabin that we should probably be at sea tomorrow night, but I was not to say he told me so. I told him he was “very cheerful”. This will be bad tidings for the S. B. S. if it is true, but even the Chaplain is wrong at times.