And my soul shuddered. It shuddered at sophistication.
The man who had taken the pictures told us about them. He had been not
more than three weeks ago in Belgium....
“Huzza!” sang my ancestor of five thousand years back. He led a band of
marauders into an enemy’s village. They ripped things up and tore about
the place singing and looting. There was nothing much left to that
village by the time they got through with it.
But the people many miles away did not behold his exploits. Alas, there
were no moving-picture shows in those days!