Now I am a humanitarian myself, but I have, I hope, enough intellectual breadth to understand the position of those who, like Nietzsche, admire violence--the proud, mad war of Nature and all that, you know.

I threw myself into the major.

I drew my sword and waved it constantly.

I called out 'Blood!' abstractedly, like a man calling for wine.

I often said, 'Let the weak perish; it is the Law.' Well, well, it seems majors don't do this.