Most men don't know what they think--or what they feel--or whether they feel anything.

But somehow--out there--when you see the things other fellows are doing--when you know the things you may have to do yourself--well----' 'Yes, yes--go on!' she said eagerly, and he went on, but reluctantly, for he had seen her shiver, and the white lids fall a moment over her eyes.
'-- It doesn't seem unnatural--or hypocritical--or canting--to talk and feel--sometimes--as you couldn't talk or feel at home, with life going on just as usual.

I've had to censor letters, you see, darling--and the letters some of the roughest and stupidest fellows write, you'd never believe.

And there's no pretence in it either.

What would be the good of pretending out there?
No--it's just the pace life goes--and the fire--and the strain of it.