In this World

I, in my time, was a soldier of this world, and understand many things. I know that regret and remembrance, no matter how far a man flees drag like dogs after him, and howl in the night-time. They give him no chance to sleep by their howling. What then shall he do?

—On the Field of Glory, Henryk Sienkiewicz, tr. Jeremiah Curtin, p132.