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“Worse, Lee felt isolated. In Texas he skipped meals with others to avoid “uninteresting men,” wishing he was back by his campfire on the plains eating his meals alone.211 He avoided sharing quarters and found that he “would infinitely prefer my tent to my-self.”212 In a group he felt more alone than out on the prairie, and that “my pleasure is derived from my own thoughts.”

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William C. Davis
William C. Davis

William C. Davis is an American historian renowned for his research on the American Civil War and slavery. His works delve into significant events and figures in American history, providing the public with a rich historical perspective. more

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