Feder von Zobeltitz, a well-known German novelist, has been dining recently with Marshal von Hindenburg, the General on whom the German's ere pinning their faith as regards the operations on their eastern frontier. The fall (1) of Warsaw was discussed and the great man, says the novelist, raising his glees contemplatively, gave out, "ip will not fall to-day nor yet to-we shall get through.
in.' Next the of human material of armies is not inexhaustible. roubles are powerless. ammunition is being exhausted." One would very much like to know with whom Marshal von Hindenburg was dining, for the meal must have been astonishingly good to produce such thorough complacency. Max Beerbohm has a delightful picture in one or other of his books illustrating the effects of the poet Coleridge's table talk. The long me of guests on either side of the table lies comfortably asleep. Feder von Zobeltitz is discreet enough not to give any indication of the effects on himself of the General's solemn utterances, but one imagines that he must have found them very nearly as dull as his own books.
March 10.
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