It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write.

Wars are caused by undefended wealth.

Man is not made for defeat.

I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing," the old man said. "They say his father was a fisherman. Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.

He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.