MEN I HAVE PAINTED
up; but when I thought how each one of these heroes had been beset by interviewers, photographers, and painters and sculptors, in addition perhaps to scissor artists, I concluded that I would not inspire in them a further hatred for the processes of Art.
Colonel House revealed only two things to me—his amiability and his idealism. Almost he persuaded me, by the former quality, to embrace the latter. When he said good-bye, a day or two before he sailed for America, my sympathy for him had been so strongly aroused that I was betrayed, by an emotion that it was impossible to suppress, to wish him success in the high aim which he shared with President Wilson, although my reason forbade me to harbour an illusion which in my heart of hearts I thoroughly disliked. If the races were ready for a universal dominion, there would be no need for it.
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