The war had made a man of him! It had coarsened him and hardened him. There was no other way to look at it. It had made him reach a point at which he would no longer stand unbearable things.

And it was a most remarkable, a most moving glance, as if for a moment a lighthouse had looked at me.

But responsibility hardens the heart. It must.

I know nothing - nothing in the world - of the hearts of men. I only know that I am alone - horribly alone.

He added that a Frenchman in the train had given him a great sandwich that so stank of garlic that he had been inclined to throw it at the fellow's head.

If you only would!" He added rather diffidently: "If you would not mind remembering that I am a military court of inquiry. It makes it easier for me to report to the general if you say things dully and in the order that they happened.

It was an odd friendship, but the oddnesses of friendships are a frequent guarantee of their lasting texture.