Who knew what the government of his country might not have in store for him!...
Ulysses interrupted these images of future grandeur: "I want to be a captain." The poet approved.

He felt the unreflective enthusiasm which all pacific and sedentary beings have for the plume and the sword.

At the mere sight of a uniform his soul always thrilled with the amorous tenderness of a child's nurse when she finds herself courted by a soldier.
"Fine!" said Labarta.

"Captain of what ?...

Of artillery ?...