The entrance of the Citadel1 Mainz was calculated to inspire the most profound gloom. An enormous gate swung open, revealing a black and cavernous passage. As soon as all were herded3 in, the gate shut behind us, and we were immersed in darkness. Then another gate at the end of the passage creaked back on unoiled hinges, and ushered4 us into our new home. That cobwebbed passage was like the neutral space between two worlds. It laid emphasis on captivity6.
Under the lens of the mendacious7 camera the entourage of the citadel presents a very pleasant aspect. The square looks bright and large, the rooms light and airy; from the top windows there is a delightful8 view of{47} the Mainz steeples and of the Rhineland hills, and a fleeting9 glimpse can be caught of Heine’s bridge. But to the jaundiced eye of the Gefangener all this comeliness10 was illusion. In actual circumference11 the square measured about 400 yards, and it was too full of the ghosts of squad12 drill. On most of the walls were painted the head and shoulders of dummy13 targets, that a regiment14 of snipers had once used for rifle practice. The spirit of militarism was strong; and however delightful the Rhine may look when photographed from the top-story window of a tall block, it is less arcadian when viewed through a screen of wire netting. The whole place was littered with sentries15, and barbed wire. For not one moment could one imagine one was free. At times even a sort of claustrophobia would envelop16 one. The desire to move was imperative17, and the tall avenue of chestnuts18 seemed to rise furiously, as though they were sentinels that would some day draw all things to themselves.
Some of the rooms were, it is true, light{48} and sunny. But the rooms in Block III were miserably19 dark. The windows were on a level with the ground on account of a moat that ran round the building, and in front a line of chestnuts shut out the sunlight. The rooms were long and narrow, with bars across the windows. At the end it was very often too dark to read; the window sill was the only place that provided enough light for a morning shave. From the outside and from the inside the block was like a dungeon20, and the official photographs omitted to immortalise it.
The routine of the camp was very simple. At eight o’clock in the morning breakfast, consisting of coffee, was brought to the rooms. At half-past nine there was a roll-call. At twelve midday there was lunch in the mess-rooms; at three in the afternoon coffee was brought round to the rooms; at six there was supper in the mess-rooms. At nine the doors of the block were closed; at nine-thirty there was an evening roll-call; at eleven lights went out.
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But for two fortunate contingencies21 those early days would have been almost unendurable. One of them was the arrival from Karlsruhe of Tarrant and Stone. During our first week every evening brought a draft of new arrivals; and among one of the later of these appeared Tarrant and Stone, staggering beneath the accumulated kit22 of fourteen months’ imprisonment23. The change contented24 them little. After the shelter and privacy of a room for two, it was no joke to be dumped into the publicity25 of a room of ten. The creature comforts were missing. Naturally we showered sympathy. But as a practical philosophy altruism26 is a sadly broken reed. The pleasure at the prospect27 of their company quite outweighed28 the inconvenience that its presence had caused to them; and, besides that, they brought with them no small part of a library. The bookless days were over now. No more should I have to spend a whole morning over the only volume in the room—The Book of Common Prayer. No more{50} should I have to go to the most extreme lengths of subservience29 to borrow Freckles30 or The Rosary.
The other piece of luck we had was in the weather. During the early days of May the square was bathed in a metallic31 heat; and as soon as roll-call was over a deck chair was pushed into the shade of a tree, where one could doze32 and read throughout the whole morning, and forget that one was hungry.
For those were hungry days. Indeed it is hard not to make the first two months a mere33 chronicle of sauerkraut. I honestly believe that the Germans gave us as much food as they could, considering we were “useless mouths”: but it was precious little. After all it is one thing to be reduced to short rations34 by slow gradations, but it is a very different thing to be taken from the flesh-pots of France where one eats a great deal too much, to a vegetable diet that was not nearly sufficient. There was only one proper meal a day: lunch. We{51} then got two plates of soup, three or four potatoes, and a spoonful or two of beetroot or cabbage. The effect lasted for three hours. Supper rarely provided potatoes; usually two plates of thin soup, and sauerkraut or barley35 porridge. In addition there was a fortnightly issue of sugar, a weekly issue of jam, and a bi-weekly issue of bread. On this last issue the Gefangener’s fate depended. Life simplified itself into an attempt to spread out a small loaf of bread over four days. It did not often succeed. On the first day one carefully marked out on the crust the limit at which each day’s plunderings must stop. The loaf was divided, first of all, into four equal parts, then each quarter was again marked out in divisions; so much for breakfast, so much for tea, so much for supper. It did not work. Each day removed its neighbour’s landmark36. By the third day only a little edge of crust remained. It was demolished37 by tea-time, and nothing quite equalled the depression of the evening of that third day. The worst time was at{52} eight o’clock. The effect of a slender supper had by then worn off, and there was the comforting reflection that for sixteen hours there was not the least likelihood of being able to lay hand on any food; and the dizziness of a breakfastless morning is an experience no one would wish to indulge in twice.
They were strange days, and strange things happened. Money ceased to have any value unless it could be turned into edible38 substance. Those with big appetites carried on a sort of secret service to obtain bread; fabulous39 sums were offered for a quarter of a loaf of bread that contained less flour than potatoes; and, at a time when a mark was worth a shilling, there were those who were prepared to pay seventy-five marks for a loaf; and twenty marks for half a loaf was the lowest rate of exchange.
One knew then the emotions of the man with threepence in his pocket; who is feeling ravenously40 hungry and knows that, if he spends that threepence on dinner, he will{53} have nothing left for the next day. It is an alternative that in terms of brown bread has presented itself to every prisoner of war.
The psychology41 of semi-starvation would make an interesting study; and it would bring out very clearly the irrefutable truth that the only way to get any peace for the mind is by throwing sops42 to the physical appetites; that passions must be allayed43, not suppressed; and that the moment anything is suppressed it becomes an obsession44. For there is poison in every unacted desire, and the only way to deal with the appetites is to be neither their slave nor tyrant45. Asceticism46 renders a clear view of life impossible.
And during those days, if one sufficiently47 objectified one’s emotions, there would be always found the insidious48 germ working its way into the most unlikely places. Even in books there was no escape from it; it deliberately49 perverted50 the author’s meaning. And one occasion comes back very vividly51. I was reading La Débacle and had reached the scene where Louis Napoleon is sitting{54} alone in his room, and his servants lay before him dish after dish which he leaves untouched. And because of this perpetual hungriness the whole effect of the incident was spoilt. I could not get into the mood necessary to appreciate the effect Zola had aimed at. All I could think was, “Here is this appalling52 ass2 Louis Napoleon, surrounded with meats and fish, entrées and omelettes, and the fool does not eat them. If only they had given me a chance!”
It was interesting, too, to notice its effect on a man like Milton Hayes. Naturally it hit him in that most vulnerable point, his theory of Popular Taste.
One morning I found him sitting on a seat, dipping into three books in turn, Lorna Doone, Pickwick Papers, and The Knave53 of Diamonds.
“A strange selection,” I said.
“No,” he said; “they are all the same, really. They’ve all done the same thing; they’ve sold; they’ve got the same bedrock principle somewhere, and I think I’ve found it.”{55}
“Well, what is it?”
“Gratification of appetite. All these accounts of big meals and luxury. That’s what gets over. People don’t want psychology. But they’ll smack54 their lips over the dresses and feasts in The Knave of Diamonds; and then look at the venison pasties in Lorna Doone, and the heavy dinners in Pickwick. That’s what people want. They have not got these things; but they want to be told they exist somewhere, and that they are there to be found. If ever you want to write a book that will really sell, remember that: gratification of appetite: make their mouths water.”
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There was, of course, in the form of the Kantine an official method of supplementing the ordinary issue. And across that counter strange things passed.
Every day provided a fresh experiment. A rumour55 would fly round the camp that there was a new sort of tinned paste to be had,{56} “I saw a fellow coming out with a biggish-looking tin,” some one would say. “I don’t know what was in it. But it was too big for boot polish.”
There would follow a general rush, and a queue thirty deep would prolong itself outside the door. The mixture would turn out to be a green paste purported56 to be made from snails57 and liver. For a day or two the unfortunates who had bought it spread it over their bread, and tried to make themselves believe they liked it. The only purpose it really served was to make the bread look thicker than it was.
Then another tin would appear; there would be another rumour, another rush to the door, another disillusionment. There was a crab58 paste, a vegetable paste, a nondescript brown paste; all in turn went their way, and yielded to the soft intrigue59 of Dried Veg.
Dried Veg presented itself very innocuously in a paper bag covered with directions in German. It looked dry and unappetising. None of us knew how it should be treated,
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but the consensus60 of opinion decided61 that half an hour’s boiling was all that was needed; and so adhering to the popular idea, we emptied the packet into a saucepan full of water, boiled it for half an hour, and ate it. It was really not so bad.
Within half an hour, however, we knew that something was wrong. All of us began to move uncomfortably. Pain spread itself across our stomachs: and then too late appeared one who could translate the instructions on the wrapper. The contents should have been left to stand in water for at least twenty-four hours, by which time it would have absorbed all the moisture demanded by its composition. We had given it only half an hour’s boiling. It took its revenge by swelling62 silently within us.
It was a terrible night.
From these expenditures63 it will follow that life at Mainz was not quite so cheap as might be imagined. And we were unfortunate in being captured at a time when{58} the value of a mark was very high. For, thanks to the business instincts of our German bankers, a cheque for three pounds was worth only sixty marks.
Myself I do not pretend to understand bimetallism, rate of exchange, or any of the other commercial problems that regulate the value of money. But the equivalent of the sixty marks paid monthly by Messrs. Cox to the German Government appeared in our pass-books at that time as ￡2 10s. 6d.; and as at our end we had to pay ￡3 for the same number of marks, one is driven to assume that the intermediary German firm was making a profit of about sixteen per cent. on every cheque drawn64; a basis on which we would all like to run a bank.
The result both of the rushes to the Kantine and the succeeding rushes to the Paymaster’s office was the distinguishing feature of our daily routine—Queues. For the first impression of a stranger entering the citadel would have been of a sequence of trailing lines receding65 from open doors. Every{59} department had its own particular queue. There was the queue outside the library, an insignificant66 affair owing to the thinly lined shelves; the queue outside the tin store for those who had parcels, and the two main streams of humanity, the queue from the Kantine, and the queue from the Paymaster’s office. These two last were in a continual state of flux67, a ceaseless ebb5 and flow; the moment that they seemed likely to be engulfed68 within the welcoming portals there would be another meeting of the ways, more applicants69 would arrive, and the human rivers would overflow71 their banks. To any one who enjoyed this pastime, life was prodigal72 of entertainment. He could flit from one dissipation to another. But to the majority it was a tedious business, and the art of “queuing” began.
For an art it certainly was. As the master of finance is always watching the rise and fall of the markets, so that he shall know the exact moment at which to buy or to sell; so the master queuist would bide,{60} waiting for that moment when the stream would be at its lowest ebb, and when he might safely attach himself to its interests. The cowardly might enrol73 themselves stolidly74 at an early hour, and shifting forward slowly, almost imperceptibly, they would eventually reach the doors. For them there was in queuing neither colour nor excitement. It was a dead level.
But for the artist in queues it was altogether different. He hazarded much. He had to work out whether or not it would really pay him to get to the door of the Kantine an hour before it was due to open. If he waited till later on in the day, he might manage to take advantage of some quiet lull75, and gain his ends after a paltry76 thirty minutes’ wait. But, if he did, there was always the chance that when he did arrive the article he had desired would be no longer there. The whole stock of liver paste might have been exhausted77. An appalling contingency78. All these considerations had to be weighed.{61}
And with regard to the Paymaster’s office there were attached notable risks. At noon every day the gates were closed, and consequently at about half-past eleven the applicants ceased to arrive. Nobody cares to wait thirty minutes and then have the doors shut upon him; and it was here that the genius of the queuist was most in evidence.
At half-past eleven he would look at the queue: there were fifteen people waiting: would those fifteen people be able to draw their cheques in time? and in cases like this a mere average of time was valueless. In queuing, as everywhere else, all standards were relative. Because on one day twenty people had drawn their money in as many minutes, it did not follow that on another fifteen would draw theirs in an hour. Nationalities had to be taken into consideration. Those twenty men were probably Irishmen. But if there were ten kilts outside the gate, even when the hands of the clock stood only at a quarter-past eleven, the great queuist would turn away. He{62} knew that to each of those ten Scotsmen the Paymaster would have to explain the theory of exchange in indifferent English, which would not be understood, and that the Paymaster would then have to try and gather the drift of a Scotsman’s logic79 in a language he had not heard before, and that for each individual applicant70 an interpreter would have to be summoned.
Queuing, if refined to an art, required a great deal more than the merely neutral quality of patience.
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