| 426 | 427 | 428 | 429 | 430 |
| 1 | 171 | 343 | 514 | 685 |
|
"
"
"
"
"
"
Most certainly dismissed."
Possibly."
Perhaps shot."
I expect it."
But there is no longer any time; you should have resigned yesterday."
There is always time to avoid committing a crime."
The captain, as may be seen, was simply one of those professional
heroes, grown old in the leather stock, who know of no country but the
flag, and no other law but military discipline. Iron arms and wooden
heads. They are neither citizens nor men. They only recognize honor in
the form of a general's epaulets. It is of no use talking to them of
political duties, of obedience to the laws, of the Constitution. What
do they know about all this? What is a Constitution; what are the most
holy laws, against three words which a corporal may murmur into the ear
of a sentinel? Take a pair of scales, put in one side the Gospels, in
the other the official instructions; now weigh them. The corporal turns
the balance; the Deity kicks the beam.
God forms a portion of the order of the day of Saint Bartholomew. "Kill
all. He will recognized his own."
This is what the priests accept, and at times glorify.
428
Page
Quick Jump
|