ABSTRACT
I consider the time from 1910 to 1912 as a prelude to my final plunge into nationalism, which took an intense form after the disaster of the Balkan war. The campaign in Tripoli and its chivalrous spirit had vaguely and almost agreeably flattered the nationalistic tendencies which had hitherto been nebulous. Perhaps if the unfair treatment we had received from without after the disaster of the war had not knocked us so hard, we might never have been awakened and developed into very enthusiastic nationalists.
