Dreams of Glory (2012)
“It was the fourth day of his interrogation. From 6 A.M. until 6 P.M. Stallworth had paced the bare room in the unheated house off the Vealtown Road, snarling questions and accusations at his prisoner. Then Alexander Hamilton took charge of the verbal gauntlet, continuing it until midnight.
For a moment Stallworth felt a tremor of remorse. It disturbed him, out of all proportion to its intensity. He had never felt a trace of such an emotion with other prisoners. Was he losing control of his nerv...es? Was he afraid of repeating the mistake he had made—if it had been a mistake—with the Reverend Joel Lockwood? No, Stallworth told himself, glaring coldly at Caleb Chandler until his stare matched the temperature in the room. The regret was not for Chandler. It was his own naive self he was mourning, the slogan-chanting college graduate, marching to war in the good cause. Caleb Chandler reminded him of that nincompoop, who believed the ministers in every pulpit, thundering confidence in America’s virtue.MoreLess
For a moment Stallworth felt a tremor of remorse. It disturbed him, out of all proportion to its intensity. He had never felt a trace of such an emotion with other prisoners. Was he losing control of his nerv...es? Was he afraid of repeating the mistake he had made—if it had been a mistake—with the Reverend Joel Lockwood? No, Stallworth told himself, glaring coldly at Caleb Chandler until his stare matched the temperature in the room. The regret was not for Chandler. It was his own naive self he was mourning, the slogan-chanting college graduate, marching to war in the good cause. Caleb Chandler reminded him of that nincompoop, who believed the ministers in every pulpit, thundering confidence in America’s virtue.MoreLess
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