For many weeks in succession the little trial balloons thrown up to show the course of the wind were driven back upon the shores of France.

As I approached the Commons, I detected the foul legumey odor of cooking peas, my most hated vegetable, unless it’s in a pod and crunchy, and I’m eating Chinese food, like beef with snow pea pods.

the international community of scholars.

the arduous withdrawal of our nearly starving and ammunitionless forces