10 OCTOBER 1970, Page 25

Episode from a fortnight in Hell

On the thirteenth day a tiny silver snail with a sword through its neck screams on a rock.

Armies quiver and lunge like porcupines.

Dinosaurs, or perhaps camels, mount a hill towards a castle.

On a stone like a toad, corpses are grouped, ready for shovelling into the ravine.

They call this Understanding Each Other's Point of View.