There’s nearly some humility from Maugham this chapter. He talks about being humbled, without so much showing the result of it. There’s a little bit about his time in France as an ambulance driver at the start of the war—no Hemingway cameo, unfortunately—and then a little bit about Maugham being an intelligence agent. He recalls those activities with utter boredom, no flare whatsoever. Then, on a break from service, Maugham heads to the South Seas and has his humbling moment. He falls in love with the people, who are so entirely unlike everyone else Maugham has known to this point in his life. It’s exactly the chapter I’d want to read from Maugham about how he felt about going to the South Seas, which makes me a little suspicious of what’s getting left out.