Metaphysical Maugham continues and not to much good result. He flounders through the chapter almost without purpose. He starts talking about determinism and gets somewhere about cause and effect, but he’s got no examples—not from his own life, not from other writers, not from nothing. He just talks about it; not exactly in circles, because circles suggest direction. He talks without direction. It’s like muted rambling. On the face of it, this chapter is more from the Maugham terrified of the inevitable war breaking out.