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But Do You Know, I Shall Not Be Sorry To Die. I Shall Be Glad, Monsieur. And Why Glad, You Ask? Because I Love France And Hate The Germans Who Have Put This War On Us.

In Less Than Twenty-five Years . . . The Motor-car Will Be Obsolete, Because The Aeroplane Will Run Along The Ground As Well As Fly Over It.

At All Costs We Must Re-establish Faith In Spiritual Values. We Must Worship Something Beyond Ourselves, Lest We Destroy Ourselves.

It Was So Quiet That Morning In Paris That The Heels Of My Two Companions And Myself Were Loud On The Deserted Pavements. It Was A City Of Shuttered Shops, And Barred Windows, And Deserted Avenues.

It Was Announced As A French Victory By The French Minister Of War. I Did Not See Any Sign Of Victory But Only The Retreat Of The French Forces Engaged In The Battle.