Her sanity was perhaps an unwarranted assumption.
History was a series of decisions about what to tell and a series of accidents about what survived after telling. Not truth, but a historian could search for truth, and the search was as worthy as any other human activity.
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,” “Gentlemen-Rankers,” Barrack Room Ballads by Rudyard Kipling.
A good officer can get away with being wrong, but he can’t be indecisive.
As my Uncle Theodosius always said: never chase women who are a lot smarter than you. You won’t catch them, or, what’s worse, you might.
At that point I made all of them shut up while I explained that a friend is someone who will give you a drink from his canteen and watch while you sleep.