Achmed Abdullah

Achmed Abdullah

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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Man on Horseback — Chapter 42 (1903)

And Tom thought it less terrible than pitiable. He found it in his big, simple heart to pity these people, top-heavy with worship of self and iron force, weak-kneed with meaningless, sugary sentimentality, rotten with false standards and bad beer.
Never in all his life had Tom loved his own land as during that drive. Faults? Of course America had faults. There was no nation this side of millennium free from them. A nation needs faults, like the shadows in a flame, to emphasize its brightness.
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Man on Horseback — Chapter 42 (1903)

Tom did not know how excited he was, and it was this very ignorance of his own emotions which helped him to dovetail minutely each tiny detail of his plans, to switch promptly when circumstances necessitated it, from the moment the machine stopped in front of the barracks.
A dozen or so men in dingy, peaked sweaters were standing at the curb, looking up at the great building.
"Our turn to-morrow," said one rather hopelessly, with a malevolent glance at Tom's uniform; and a woman of the streets, blowzy, enormous, vulgar, spat. A policeman ordered her brutally on her way.
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