To The Medieval Mind The Possibility Of

A Man's Task Is To Find Himself, And If He Fails In This, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else He Finds.

It Was His [gen. Douglas Macarthur's] Relationship With The Administration In Washington Which Became Poisoned By His Egomania. Link Upon Link The Bond Between Events On The Battlefield And His Own Ruin Was Forged, And, As Is Essential In Genuine Tragedy, The Gods Used The Victim Himself To Forge The Links.

The Coconut Trees, Lithe And Graceful, Crowd The Beach Like A Minuet Of Slender Elderly Virgins Adopting Flippant Poses.

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.

I Came To A Dead Stop And Began Major Revisions. Sometimes These Entailed The Shredding Of All Existing Manuscript For A Fresh Start - An Inefficient Way To Write A Book, Though I Found It Exciting.