It is difficult to remain tranquil, continuing the same old existence in the midst of a people at war." His companion had about come to the same conclusion.

He, too, was beginning to feel that the life of a young foreigner in Paris was insufferable, now that it was so upset by war.
"One has to keep showing passports all the time in order that the police may be sure that they have not discovered a deserter.

In the street car, the other afternoon, I had to explain that I was a Spaniard to some girls who were wondering why I was not at the front.

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