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See
how
the
sea
is
white
!
The
clouds
have
broken
and
the
heavens
burn
To
hollow
highways
,
paved
with
gravelled
light
The
churning
of
the
waves
about
the
stern
Rises
to
one
voluminous
nocturne
,
...
We
leave
to-night
.
"
A
letter
from
Amory
,
headed
"
Brest
,
March
11th
,
1919
,
"
to
Lieutenant
T.
P.
D'Invilliers
,
Camp
Gordon
,
Ga.
.
DEAR
BAUDELAIRE
:
--
We
meet
in
Manhattan
on
the
30th
of
this
very
mo.
;
we
then
proceed
to
take
a
very
sporty
apartment
,
you
and
I
and
Alec
,
who
is
at
me
elbow
as
I
write
.
I
do
n't
know
what
I
'm
going
to
do
but
I
have
a
vague
dream
of
going
into
politics
.
Why
is
it
that
the
pick
of
the
young
Englishmen
from
Oxford
and
Cambridge
go
into
politics
and
in
the
U.
S.
A.
we
leave
it
to
the
muckers
?
--
raised
in
the
ward
,
educated
in
the
assembly
and
sent
to
Congress
,
fat-paunched
bundles
of
corruption
,
devoid
of
"
both
ideas
and
ideals
"
as
the
debaters
used
to
say
.
Even
forty
years
ago
we
had
good
men
in
politics
,
but
we
,
we
are
brought
up
to
pile
up
a
million
and
"
show
what
we
are
made
of
.
"
Sometimes
I
wish
I
'd
been
an
Englishman
;
American
life
is
so
damned
dumb
and
stupid
and
healthy
.
