The War Imbued My Tin Soldiers With

The Danish Glee: The National Version Of Cheerfulness.

It Was Jolly In The Country. A Cow And Little Pigs To Play With And Milk Warm From The Cow.

My Father, Though, Could Run Very Much Faster. It Was Impossible To Compete With Him On The Grass. But It Was Astonishing How Slow Old People Were. Some Of Them Could Not Run Up A Hill And Called It Trying To Climb Stairs.

It Appears To Nietzsche That The Modern Age Has Produced For Imitation Three Types Of Man ... First, Rousseau's Man, The Titan Who Raises Himself ... And In His Need Calls Upon Holy Nature. Then Goethe's Man ... A Spectator Of The World ... Third Schopenhauer's Man ... Voluntarily Takes Upon Himself The Pain Of Telling The Truth.

I Was At Home Then In The World Of Figures, But Not In That Of Values.