On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, the shooting stopped. In London, King George V celebrated by opening a bottle of brandy $ undisturbed since Waterloo. In Paris, Marcel Proust praised "the miraculous and vertiginous Peace." In Washington, President Woodrow Wilson looked for "something much better and more lasting than the selfish competitive interests of powerful states."
But among the victors, not everyone was jubilant. Antiwarrior D.H. Lawrence snapped at a group of celebrators, "It makes me sick to see you rejoicing like a butterfly in the last rays of the sun before the winter ....
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