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Rh battle. He was supremely satisfied because he felt that in the years of peace our souls had put on too much flesh; we had become gross and sordid, had forgotten our ideals, and now the war had suddenly uplifted us from the slough, restored our manhood to us and touched us to noble issues:

And again there is this rush of joyance in his rapturous requiem: