In rural and struggling Lexington, Virginia, Lee's new postwar home, one writer joked darkly dollars were so scarce that they had to be introduced to one another when they met on Main Street.
His special gift was the ability to see the essence of a worthwhile suggestion and to relate it to what was already in existence or planned. Then he would encourage and shape the new project, repeated...
The war had made some into libertines and some into serious, sober men.
Death seemed to lose its terrors and to borrow a grace and dignity in sublime keeping with the life that was ebbing away.
