He can see ignorant armies of soldiers, sailors, marines milling around, distinguishable by the hues of their uniforms.
He was carrying the only possible salvation for the entire ignorant army.
A line from a poem learned in high school had stuck with him, because it seemed so often apt for his profession--"where ignorant armies clash by night."
"About the ignorant armies."
By adjusting their vision, the two men could focus on either the stream a thousand meters below in their reality or the snow-wrapped forest and ignorant army.
Elsewhere, ignorant armies are clashing.
Pwevious to that, it had just been ignorant armies clashing by night and that sort of booshaw.
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Specifically: It is a place "where ignorant armies clash by night."
As a novelist, she has been concerned with that equally ambiguous point where physical desire and spiritual longing clash like two ignorant armies in the dark.
