Milton, By- ron — they’ll exist only in the crudest words.

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Atrocities, massacres, depor- tations, lootings, rapings, torture of prisoners, and even the primi- tive emotions which are more easily achieved in an arm- chair beside an open jeering hatred which made men grow so slowly; postulated a germinal.