The train had arrived at
the depot and the porters were calling into the doorway
of the car: "New York! New York!"
All about me was the stir and hubbub of the great depot.
But loud over all it was heard the call of the newsboys
crying "WAR! WAR! The President's message is for WAR!
Late extra! WAR! WAR!"
And I knew that a great nation had cast aside the bonds
of sloth and luxury, and was girding itself to join in
the fight for the free democracy of all mankind.
III. The Prophet in Our Midst
The Eminent Authority looked around at the little group
of us seated about him at the club. He was telling us,
or beginning to tell us, about the outcome of the war.
It was a thing we wanted to know. We were listening
attentively. We felt that we were "getting something."
"I doubt very much," he said, "whether Downing Street
realizes the enormous power which the Quai d'Orsay has
over the Yildiz Kiosk."
"So do I," I said, "what is it?"
But he hardly noticed the interruption.
"You've got to remember," he went on, "that, from the
point of view of the Yildiz, the Wilhelmstrasse is just
a thing of yesterday."
"Quite so," I said.
"Of course," he added, "the Ballplatz is quite different.
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