“He had found his niche. Had he? Or was this all a delusion, won at the expense of other talents the iron demands of battle had stifled? No man knew what was in him, deeply and irrevocably his: we were all of us strange creatures under our skins—poets and seers, captains and pioneers—what man could say what was finally his destiny?”
— May 18, 2024 09:38AM
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