This book reads with uncanny prescience -- a sense of foreboding, as if it might be written of the days now upon us. Verdun was but the end for which the early period of the world war was prelude. Through the pages, though many will find the pace slow and the content repetitious and lacking the fire of the earlier books, one feels that here may be a record of what is happening now, though one hopes that the lessons of the waste and ignorance and jealousies and intrigues of the last war need not be repeated now. There is little that is new in this account, but its timeliness may give it a power that a year ago it might have lacked. There are fine bits of drama; searchings into men's hearts and minds; a vivid sense of disunion, lack of motivation, and -- with it all -- an understanding of what drives men into war. The sale will be only in part conditioned by the sale of the other parts of Men of Good Will, (though Jerphanion alone of the earlier characters goes right through).