The Things Men Did Or Felt They

Life Did Not Intend To Make Us Perfect. Whoever Is Perfect Belongs In A Museum.

For Us Lads Of Eighteen They Ought To Have Been Mediators And Guides To The World Of Maturity, The World Of Work, Of Duty, Of Culture, Of Progress -- To The Future.

... Clothes Sometimes Gave One More Of A Lift Than Any Philosophic Comforting.

On The Steps Is A Machine-gun Ready For Action. The Square Is Empty; Only The Streets That Lead Into It Are Jammed With People. It Would Be Madness To Go Farther - The Machine-gun Is Covering The Square.

... But That's What Mankind Is Like: They Only Prize What They No Longer Possess.