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The thirsty man in the desert pays no heed to his pocketful of bank notes.
But long habit and long experience made the reaching of decisions easy to him, and long thought had familiarized his mind beforehand with the conditions surrounding this particular emergency.
Final presidential debate of this election. 10/22/2020 mjp
And if the correct figure were ascertained there was still the difficulty of getting an unpracticed engine room staff to make an exact reduction in speed; and there was always the difficulty that every ship responded to the rudder in a different way, with a different turning circle.
On a plane to Savannah, then Sea Island, GA. mjp 10/26/2020. Election next Tuesday, 11/3/2020
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.
it was for form’s sake,
This was the hearing ear of Proverbs XX, taking over the task of radar’s seeing eye.
Plain cowardice was far rarer than idiocy, just as plain courage was more common than nerve.
He was not staking a certainty against a possibility, but one possibility against another.
all he had to do was his duty; no one needed an audience for that.
Far better to be honest than to pretend to knowledge one did not have.
Nystrom’s blue popeyes registered his distress. He was a young man frightened of responsibility, sensitive to reproach, and slow of thought.
Back from Sea Island, Georgia. 10/29/2020 mjp
No need to tell those Polish fellows to keep alert.
Election Day. 11/3/2020 mjp
He made fast the clip under his chin with a sense of gratitude to a generous world.
Krause clapped one gauntleted hand across his eyes
There was no Christian charity in the North Atlantic.
Biden beats Trump. mjp 11/10/2020
It was to his credit that he had waited for a quiet moment before making a report of little present importance. Krause regretfully decided that he did not know enough about young Kahn to be able to form an opinion of his judgment and reliability.
A thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past,
It was a fact, strange but true, that Carling was not quite clear about the tactical situation,
There was something strange about this. But there was always likely to be something strange about a blindfold hunt for an enemy below water.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
He poured himself a cup and added cream and sugar to reveal himself as the sort of man he was.
Krause knew academically that a human touch was desirable in these relationships even though he himself had never felt the need of it.
the apathy of fatigue.
Through Krause’s mind drifted the unsummoned hope that if he had to die he would die in a like fashion although in a better cause,
A destroyer, as full of men as an egg is of meat, had no space to spare for mutilated bodies.
Napoleon long ago in the heat of battle had heard of the death of a favorite soldier and had said, “Why have I not time to weep for him?”
As always, that first cup tasted like nectar, and the last of the first cup tasted possibly even better than the first sip because of the delightful knowledge that there was a second cup to follow.
The unworthy, hideous suspicion that the idol had feet of clay;
Chance had made him the man he was and had given that man the duty he had to carry out.
Fin. 12-2-2020 mjp
