But my General Junot, to whom I told my plan, said that then it would be spoiled forever, and that the only way not to lose sight of it was to let it always hang to my arm; thus, he said, it would always be beside me.

That is how you see it still, comrades.

To write, to write--bah! It always troubles me," old Nonesuch continued musingly, as he regarded his precious hand, "when I see those poor fellows, their noses over a bit of paper, their bodies bent double! Writing is not a man's proper state; it does not agree with his valiant and warlike nature.

Talk to me of a charge, of an onset! that is the true vocation; that is why the good God created the human race.
One--two--three--shoulder arms! that is clear; that is easily understood.

But to study a dozen letters; to remember which is _b_ and which is _o,_ and that _b_ and _o_ make _bo_! that is not meant for the head.