m-e-n-t-a-l-i-t-y

Updated: June 4, 2025

"All right, put yer clothes on," said the recruiting sergeant. "Quick, I can't spend all day. Why the hell did they send you down here alone?" "The papers were balled up," said Andrews. "Scores ten years...in test B," went on the voice of the man at the typewriter. "Sen...exal ment...m-e-n-t-a-l-i-t-y that of child of eight.

John Dos Passos - Three Soldiers