If one's attention strayed in the lecture-room it wandered tothose battle-fields.And that imagined panorama of war unfolds to an accompaniment of yellingnewsboys in the narrow old Cambridge streets, of the flicker of papershastily bought and torn open in the twilight, of the doubtful receptionof doubtful victories, and the insensate rejoicings at last that seemedto some of us more shameful than defeats.
But that doesnot prove his story. It is quite conceivable that even outside spacehallucinations... read more
