To The Medieval Mind The Possibility Of

Actors Who Have Tried To Play Churchill And Macarthur Have Failed Abysmally Because Each Of Those Men Was A Great Actor Playing Himself.

The Colors Of The Underwater Rock [are] As Pale And Delicate As Those In The Wardrobe Of An 18th-century Marchioness.

One Strange Feeling, Which I Remember Clearly, Was A Powerful Link With The Slain, Particularly Those That Had Fallen Within The Past Hour Or Two. There Was So Much Death Around That Life Seemed Almost Indecent. Some Men's Uniforms Were Soaked With Gobs Of Blood. The Ground Was Sodden With It. I Killed, Too.

He [gen. Douglas Macarthur] Was A Great Thundering Paradox Of A Man, Noble And Ignoble, Inspiring And Outrageous, Arrogant And Shy, The Best Of Men And The Worst Of Men, The Most Protean, Most Ridiculous, And Most Sublime.

An Edwardian Lady In Full Dress Was A Wonder To Behold, And Her Preparations For Viewing Were Awesome.