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@@@@@ Cummings had once said, "You know, Robert, there really are only two kinds of liberals and radicalsThere are the ones who are afraid of the world and want it changed to benefit themselves, the Jew liberalism sort of thingAnd then there are the young people who don't understand their own desiresThey want to remake the world, but they never admit they want to remake it in their own image It had been there all the time, partially realized, always submergedIt had a jingle to it Not a phony but a Faust Clear enough, and what was he going to do about it? Knowing this, he had no right to go on with the patrol; objectively he was playing with the lives of the nine men left, and he didn't deserve the responsibilityIf there was anything worth while left in him, he would turn back in the morning There was the inner smirkHe ought to, but he wouldn'tThe shock, the self-disgust that followed this was surprising, almost pleasing in its intensityHe was almost horrified with this sick anguished knowledge of himself He had to turn back now Once more he got out of his blanket, and strode through the hollow to where Croft was sleepingHe knelt, about to shake him, when Croft turned toward him"What you want, Lootenant?" "You awake?" "Yeah "I've decided to go back in the morning Once he told Croft, he could not renege on himself The moonlight outlined the side of Croft's face, which was motionlessPerhaps his jaw muscle quiveredFor several seconds he was quiet, and then he repeated, "Go back in the morning?" His legs were out of the blanket now "Don't you think we ought to look around a bit more?" Croft was stalling for timeHe had been drowsing when Hearn came up, and the decision hurt him powerfully "What's the point to looking around?" Hearn asked