human
But don't you _see_ The keynote of it is that stubborn grip on the broken sword. I should think every fighter would love it for that. And it is more than the glory of the good fight. It is the glory of the unconquerable will. Look at the woman's face! The world calls him beaten. _She_ knows that he has won. I see behind it the world's battlefields--'way back from the first I see them all, and I see that the thing which has shaped the world is not the success or failure of individual battles one-half so much as it is this wresting of victory from defeat by simply _breathing_ victory even after the sword has been broken in the hand. What we call victory and defeat are incidents--things individual and temporal. The thing universal and eternal is this immortality of the spirit of victory. Why, every time I look at that grip on the broken sword, --laughing now, but eyes shining--
gpt
I can feel the world take a bound ahead!