chapter  XXXVIII
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A Man Is Not a Tree

It was the summer of 1918. Even before the collapse of the Austrian Army, soldiers began to go on “leave” and return either much later or not at all. Tired reserve officers, who likewise longed for home, were not so particular any more. As the Austrian “slovenliness” reached its height, a day came when the word went round, without creating any sensation: “It is over.”