The Shadow at My Feet

July 28th, 2011

“This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment, yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations. Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog.”
— Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the body of his dead master, licking his face and howling, on a moonlit field after a battle. Napoleon was haunted by this scene until his own death.

Anita Bergen — Aldous Huxley said it best: “To his dog, every man is Napoleon.”

One Response to “The Shadow at My Feet”

  1. John Harricharan says:

    This is such a moving story. It will probably haunt me, like it did Napoleon, to the end of my days.

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