17/28 Doctor Purdy, with whom he had finished a game of pinochle--Herman Vielhaber had lately been unable to keep his mind on the game--set down his beer stein in an authoritative manner, having exploded with rage even while he swallowed some of the last decent beer to come to Newbern Center. He wiped froth from his waistcoat. "Why don't they ever look into their own bodies? Every one of their bodies is thronged with fighting soldiers. Every pacifist is a living lie. |