ABSTRACT
During the long days of isolation on Kopanas, broken only by the journeys to the bank of which the author have spoken, there was nothing within the bare enclosure of "Agamemnon's Palace" which provided any sort of occupation, Raymond had borrowed a few tools, and had found a little wood, and was often engaged in knocking together some pieces of rough furniture. Penelope and he usually sat quietly and talked. "Discussion," he said, "is good, but it is good in its place. It never produces agreement. It is an athletic contest on a mental plane, in which the wrestler uses all his strength to overthrow his opponent. Human pride and prowess have a share in it, and the personal victory of an individual or a nation is the reward. All nations are at war, or carry within them the germs of war toward each other.
