Literally feeling under the weather. Respiratory something. Very tired.

Cannot get over Foley. It gets worser and worser. Don't feel like spinning or fighting. Demoralized. Cannot shake the feeling that this was an open secret. Would be surprised if 1,000 people did not know about this and did nothing.

General Broulard to Colonel Dax: "...you're a disappointment to me. You've spoiled the keenness of your mind by wallowing in sentimentality. You really did want to save those men.... You are an idealist - and I pity you as I would the village idiot."

--Paths of Glory


Life goes on. Committees. Classes. Forums. Students. Working on an extended thought piece unpacking some other things. Will return with complete sentences. Clouds will lift. Will be back with fresh perspective.

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