In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
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“Growing up in Rhode Island, my friends would have strung me up if I had been a Yankees fan.”
“Foucault was the one person I met in France that I could talk to. He was a mensch. You know whether you agree with him or not because you know what he is saying.”