So Secretly, Like Wrongs Hushed-up, They Went.

Children Are Not Meant To Be Studied, But Enjoyed. Only By Studying To Be Pleased Do We Understand Them.

The Marvel Is That We Did Not All Die Of Cold. As A Matter Of Fact, Only One Of My Party Actually Froze To Death Before He Could Be Got Back, But I Am Not Able To Tell How Many Have Ended Up In Hospital. We Were Marooned In A Frozen Desert. There Was Not A Sign Of Life On The Horizon And A Thousand Signs Of Death.

All I Ask Is To Be Held Above The Barren Wastes Of Want.

If I Have To Be A Soldier I Must Be A Good One, Anything Else Is Unthinkable

My Subject Is War, And The Pity Of War.