The illusion that the days of primeval man had come back was strong upon him again.

They had become, in effect, cave-dwellers once more, and their chief object was to kill.

He listened to the light swish of the snow, and thought of the blue heights into which he had often soared with Lannes.
Captain Colton lighted another cigarette and it glowed in the dark.
"Uncanny," he said.
"I find it more so than usual tonight," said John.

"Maybe it's the visit of Weber that makes me feel that way, recalling to me that I was once a man, a civilized human being who bathed regularly and who put on clean clothes at frequent intervals." "Such days may come again--for some of us." "So they may.

But it's ghastly here, holed up like animals for the winter." "Comparison not fair to animals.