Honor! I feel inclined to laugh with contempt when I think of a soldier's honor! The honor of the Bourbons, the Spaniards, the Austrians, the French, who attack like the murderers attack poor travelers on the road. The honor of slaughtering our fellow-countrymen, our political coreligionists, while a monster, a prostitute, or a young scoundrel on the throne enjoys the sight and laughs up his sleeve amid the lurid orgies of Naples, Vienna, Madrid, and Paris.
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