A Novel of Modernistic Truth and
Intruding War
I didn't know Truth was such an invalid. How long is it since
she could only take the air in a closed carriage. . . ?
The Professor at the Breakfast Table
Half-engaged in the soil, pawing to get free, man needs all that
can be brought to disengage him. . . . If war . . . can
set his dull nerves throbbing, and by loud taps on the tough
chrysalis can break its walls and let the new creature emerge
erect and free,-make way and sing paean !-EMERSON