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It gives me real pleasure to speak at the opening of todays symposium. I count myself lucky to have the first words on a topic which is open to an enormous range of comment and analysis.

This afternoon I want to paint a picture from a more personal
palette, rather than from one with perhaps the more limited colours of

You are lost, my son, to these marae
And sorrow weighs me down
You are in Egypt, my son, and Gallipoli
Alas, what pain! Farewell, farewell!

On the 16th having a breeze, we sailed along the shore of the land we had passed the day before, which appeared as wild and romantic as can be conceived.