I'm Just Preparing My Impromptu Remarks.

The Whole Of Northern Norway Was Covered With Snow To Depths Which None Of Our Soldiers Had Ever Seen, Felt, Or Imagined. There Were Neither Snow-shoes Nor Skis - Still Less Skiers. We Must Do Our Best. Thus Began This Ramshackle Campaign.

How Little Can We Foresee The Consequences Either Of Wise Or Unwise Action, Of Virtue Or Of Malice. Without This Measureless And Perpetual Uncertainty, The Drama Of Human Life Would Be Destroyed.

It May Well Be That We Shall By A Process Of Sublime Irony Have Reached A State In This Story Where Safety Will Be The Sturdy Child Of Terror, And Survival The Twin Brother Of Annihilation.

If I Stay On For The Time Being, Bearing The Burden At My Age, It Is Not Because Of Love For Power Or Office. I Have Had An Ample Share Of Both. If I Stay It Is Because I Have A Feeling That I May, Through Things That Have Happened, Have An Influence About What I Care About Above All Else, The Building Of A Sure And Lasting Peace.

The Maxim, "nothing Prevails But Perfection," May Be Spelled Paralysis.