Principally two: namely T. E. Hulme and Gaudier Brzeska. They were both killed, the former within a quarter of a mile of where I was standing. We were in neighbouring batteries. I did not see him hit, but everything short of that, for we could see their earthworks, and there was nothing between to intercept the view. I watched, from ours, his battery being punched full of deep craters, with large naval shells: and from the black fountains of earth that spouted up, in breathless succession, occasional debris hurtled around us as we looked on. I remember a splintered baulk of wood sailing over and striking the dugout at my back. Hulme is pronounced Hume. Don't ask me how Brzeska is pronounced—I prefer to call him Gaudier, the name he adopted very sensibly to overcome precisely this difficulty. T. E. Hulme was a remarkable man and posthumously has been much appreciated. He was an art-critic, of a philosophic turn. Although he has been called 'a philospher', he was not that, but a man specializing in aesthetic problems.
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