It is summertime; beneath the ancient oaks of the park, a boy is playing. He is fair-haired, thickset, with dark, fiery eyes. He is four years old; but when we watch him driving his spade into the earth, loading his barrow with clods, and dumping the contents of the barrow beside the pond where he is building a fortress out of earth and stone, we should take him for a lad of six, so vigorously does he pursue his task. When the gardener comes from the house to fetch him because it is time for dinner, he is rebellious, and grows angry.
-Emil Ludwig, Bismarck: The Story of a Fighter
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