| Quote #10
The procession of weary soldiers became a bedraggled train, despondent and muttering, marching with churning effort in a trough of liquid brown mud under a low, wretched sky. Yet the youth smiled, for he saw that the world was a world for him, though many discovered it to be made of oaths and walking sticks (24.46).
While the indifference of the universe horrified Henry earlier , he here seems to take solace in its presence. He no longer feels alone or insignificant.