Chapter

1 1|  those plaster-cast faces of theirs betokened blunted sensibilities,
2 2|    the devotion which is not theirs to give; for them, love
3 2|  schemers make a flourish of theirs, and they are bound to get
4 2|      life in the desert like theirs, hewing out my ideas as
5 2|      those chilly benches of theirs at the police-station, do
6 2| remote from ordinary life as theirs? ~"War, after all, is the
7 3|      blood in his veins like theirs. It was a dying man's fancy.