Note 27 — Chapter VII
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Generosity and war seem incompatible!
Wellington. It's Marshal Ney himself who heads the charge. The finest cavalry commander, he, That wears a foreign plume; ay, probably The whole world through!
Spirit Ironic. And when that matchless chief Sentenced shall lie to ignominious death But technically deserved, no finger he Who speaks will lift to save him!
Spirit of the Pities. To his shame. We must discount war's generous impulses I sadly see.
Thomas Hardy: The Dynasts.