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The mind is a wild liar and I don’t trust much in it that I find there.

14. Juxtaposition of human sentiment after the fighting, goodbyes to army mates. Lovely chapter!

We ain’t maybe what people do call human since we ain’t partaking of that bread of heaven. But if God was trying to make an excuse for us He might point at that strange love between us. Like when you fumbling about in the darkness and you light a lamp and the light come up and rescue things […] The lamplight touching his eyes and another light answering. (p. 177/178)

13. Mourning the dead if the first battle, and then comes the next. Can’t discern Barry’s point for all the words. The uselessness of it all. The drummer boy McCarthey, who lost his head even before the end of the first fight. Starling Carlton not even knowing what he ‘s fighting for, and not caring for a black man’s freedom. Boring madness, really. In a language hard to follow…

12. Outbreak of the Civil War. Blue against grey, brother against brother

11. Success in the performing arts, but slumbering will a Civil War is a-brewing…

If you don’t come back I will set off to find you, says Winona. John Cole laughs and then he cries.

10. Picking up the dress act at Mr. Noone’s new place, where they left it. Older now, they won’t go back to being dance girls. A high class act for Thomas, whose effeminate presence is apparently so obvious that no one even thinks of doubting the plan. John Cole, though handsome, won’t try to pretend and note take the role as beau. Winona gets to play the part of daughter (like in real life).

His skin is made of the aftermaths of smiles. p123

The whole way on the spitting puffing cranking train Winona was sat upright and sleepless as if she were in the belly ofa demon and was soon to die.