19/31 God send another war and let him die in the heart of it, fighting! To dream lies as he had done this twelvemonth, to break his heart over the moon! He sat his glass down untouched, happily unobserved. He was in misery; he wanted to be alone. He, too, was pale, but the fire of great things burned in his eyes and his lank form took upon itself a transient majesty. All agreed that it was a great political stroke. And indeed it was, but none of them knew how great. |