There was in the air the glamor of a battle, the holy battle raging for the assertion of a new truth. My youth plunged full in it.


Joseph Stella (1911); Quoted in: Ruth L. Bohan. Looking into Walt Whitman: American Art, 1850–1920, (2006). p. 193


There was in the air the glamor of a battle, the holy battle raging for the assertion of a new truth. My youth plunged full in it.

There was in the air the glamor of a battle, the holy battle raging for the assertion of a new truth. My youth plunged full in it.

There was in the air the glamor of a battle, the holy battle raging for the assertion of a new truth. My youth plunged full in it.

There was in the air the glamor of a battle, the holy battle raging for the assertion of a new truth. My youth plunged full in it.