And I remember things, and I say to myself, "Have the dead died for nothing?
If the world is to stay as it is, then--yes!" Several men did not bend their backs at first, and then they obeyed the general movement; and I felt on my shoulders all the heavy weight of the whole bowing multitude.
Monsieur Joseph Boneas is talking within a circle.

Seeing him again I also feel for one second the fascination he once had for me.

He is wearing an officer's uniform of the Town Guard, and his collar hides the ravages in his neck.

He is holding forth.

What says he?
He says, "We must take the long view." "We must take the long view.