There Will Be No War, But In

To Possess Another Language, Charlemagne Tells Us, Is To Possess Another Soul. German Is Such A Language. Once You Have It In Your Head, You Can Go There Anytime, You Can Close The Door, You Have A Refuge.

More Particularly, Having A Largely German-oriented Education Has Made Me Very Responsive To 19th-century German Literature.

For All The Flailing And Huffing And Puffing, There Is A Kind Of Fatality About The Process Of War-making And The Excuses We Find For It, The Consolation Of Belligerence In Politics.

Yet It's Not For Want Of Future That I'm Here, He Thought. It's For Want Of A Present.

God Is In His Heaven And The First Night Was A Wow.