"Of course you know soldiers have believed that trouble's coming.

I used to doubt, but by God I am sure of it now.

Just a froth of fine words at the opening and afterwards--honest rivalry and let the best man win?
Not a bit of it! Team-running--a vile business--the nations parked together in different sections of the Stadium like enemies--and ill-will running here and there like an infection! Oh, there's trouble coming, and if I don't go I shan't be fit for it.

There, that's the truth." "The whole truth and nothing but the truth ?" Hardiman asked with a smile.

He leaned across the table and drew towards him a case of telegraph forms.