My memory…is of a department without direction, composed of a lot of busy people working hard and usefully but as a whole not functioning as a foreign office. It did not chart a course to be furthered by the success of our arms, or to aid or guide our arms. Rather it seems to have been adrift carried hither and yon by the currents of war or pushed about by collisions with more purposeful craft.
Here are two kinds of light, the light on the hither side of the darkness and the light beyond the darkness.
Come, bring hither quick a flagon of wine, that I may soak my brain and get an ingenious idea.
