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Each One Hopes That If He Feeds The Crocodile Enough, The Crocodile Will Eat Him Last. All Of Them Hope That The Storm Will Pass Before Their Turn Comes To Be Devoured. But I Fear - I Fear Greatly - The Storm Will Not Pass. It Will Rage And It Will Roar, Even More Loudly, Even More Widely.

There Is A Hush Over All Europe, Nay, Over All The World. Alas! It Is The Hush Of Suspense, And In Many Lands It Is The Hush Of Fear. Listen! No, Listen Carefully, I Think I Hear Somethingyes, There It Was Quite Clear. Dont You Hear It? It Is The Tramp Of Armies Crunching The Gravel Of The Paradegrounds, Splashing Through Rain-soaked Fields, The Tramp Of Two Million German Soldiers And More Than A Million Italiansgoing On Maneuversyes, Only On Maneuvers!

You Can Always Rely On America To Do The Right Thing -- Once It Has Exhausted The Alternatives.

Have Not Manet And Monet, Cézanne And Matisse, Rendered To Painting Something Of The Same Service Which Keats And Shelley Gave To Poetry After The Solemn And Ceremonious Literary Perfections Of The Eighteenth Century? They Have Brought Back To The Pictorial Art A New Draught Of Joie De Vivre; And The Beauty Of Their Work Is Instinct With Gaiety, And Floats In Sparkling Air. I Do Not Expect These Masters Would Particularly Appreciate My Defence, But I Must Avow An Increasing Attraction To Their Work.

What Kind Of People Do They [the Japanese] Think We Are?