There is no loneliness like the loneliness of crowds, especially to those who are unaccustomed to them. - H. Rider Haggard

. . . these priests, after the fashion of priests all the world over, now aspired to the absolute rule of the race

Altogether, a more miserable trio than we were that evening it would have been difficult to discover; and our only comfort lay in the reflection that we were exceedingly fortunate to be there to feel miserable, instead of being stretched dead upon the plain, as so many thousands of brave men were that night, who had risen well and strong in the morning.

While we breathe there is hope, and all that seems lost still may be won