Omen. Before men are done to death in battle, before walled towns are razed and wide-wayed cities sacked, there is almost invariably a potent omen. At Aulis it was a serpent with a blood-red back. In Roman days it was frequently a pair of eagles or a flight of swans.
Last week as the warriors of the Tariff assembled in the Senate Chamber, above their heads came a sudden whir of wings. Looking up they beheld a pigeon gliding overhead. For a moment the ominous bird alighted above the...
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