Yes, We Are Fighting At Last, It Appears. This Morning As Usual, Murray, As Usual, In Hand, I Enter The Caffe Nuovo, Seating Myself With A Sense As It Were Of A Change In The Weather, Not Understanding, However, But Thinking Mostly Of Murray, And, For To-day Is Their Day, Of The Campidoglio Marbles, Caffe-latte! I Call To The Waiter, --and Non C'e Latte.