But if he wait?
If he make ten voyages in succession--what then?
Why, the thing has lost color, snap, surprise; and has become commonplace.

The man would have nothing to tell that would quicken a landsman's pulse.
Years ago, I talked with a couple of the Vicksburg non-combatants--a man and his wife.

Left to tell their story in their own way, those people told it without fire, almost without interest.
A week of their wonderful life there would have made their tongues eloquent for ever perhaps; but they had six weeks of it, and that wore the novelty all out; they got used to being bomb-shelled out of home and into the ground; the matter became commonplace.

After that, the possibility of their ever being startlingly interesting in their talks about it was gone.

What the man said was to this effect:-- 'It got to be Sunday all the time.