I tried telling myself that while I lay on the cold rock floor, wrapped up in Dally's jacket and listening to the wind rushing trough the trees' dry leaves outside
"The treaty of Versailles returned the administration of Illyricum to the incompetence of the Balkan tribes, and I can imagine both Gibbon and Augustus comparing the foolishness of Woodrow Wilson to the stupidity of Publius Quinctilius Varus."