I have nothing against poppies.

It is only that my illusion is more real to me than reality.

And so do we often build our world on an error, and cry out that the universe is falling to pieces, if any one but lift a finger to replace the error by truth.
Ours was a quiet neighborhood.

Across the narrow street was the orderly front of the Korpus, or military academy, with straight rows of unshuttered windows.

It was an imposing edifice in the eyes of us all, because it was built of brick, and was several stories high.