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"You know you couldn't have picked a more... 734 [Feb. 3rd, 2010|03:15 am]
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"You know you couldn't have picked a more unperceptive manPassive resistance, ehYou'd be good in that roleYou and Clellan and Gandhi
Hearn sat up a little straighter in his chairThe noon sun, harsh now that the overcast had blown away, glinted cruelly over the bivouac, threw into bold relief the shadows under the flaps of the tentAbout a hundred yards away, on a downhill slope through the sparse foliage, Cummings watched the chow line, two hundred and fifty men long, trudge slowly forward
"It seems to me," Hearn said, "Clellan's more in your lineAnd while we're on that you might tell him that the flowers are your idea Cummings laughed againThat had taken effect thenHe opened his eyes widely, conscious of the effect their bald white surfaces
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"You know you couldn't have picked a more... 734 [Feb. 3rd, 2010|03:15 am]
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"You know you couldn't have picked a more unperceptive manPassive resistance, ehYou'd be good in that roleYou and Clellan and Gandhi
Hearn sat up a little straighter in his chairThe noon sun, harsh now that the overcast had blown away, glinted cruelly over the bivouac, threw into bold relief the shadows under the flaps of the tentAbout a hundred yards away, on a downhill slope through the sparse foliage, Cummings watched the chow line, two hundred and fifty men long, trudge slowly forward
"It seems to me," Hearn said, "Clellan's more in your lineAnd while we're on that you might tell him that the flowers are your idea Cummings laughed againThat had taken effect thenHe opened his eyes widely, conscious of the effect their bald white surfaces
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