Pickett excused himself, watchful of Longstreet. Pickett was always saying something to irritate somebody, and he rarely knew why, so his method was simply to apologize in general from time to time and let people know he meant well and then to shove off and hope for the best. He apologized and departed, curls ajiggle.

Why do there have to be men like that, men who enjoy another man's dying?

A man who has been shot at is a new realist, and what do you say to a realist when the war is a war of ideals?

If men were equal in America, all these Poles and English and Czechs and blacks, then they were equal everywhere, and there was really no such thing as foreigner; there were only free men and slaves.

Perhaps it was only that when you try to put it into words you cannot express it truly, it never sounds as you dream it.

The thing about the heart was that you could not coax it or force it, as you could any other disease. Will power meant nothing.

Pickett excused himself, watchful of Longstreet. Pickett was always saying something to irritate somebody, and he rarely knew why, so his method was simply to apologize in general from time to time and let people know he meant well and then to shove off and hope for the best. He apologized and departed, curls ajiggle.