O'Hara knew a lot more about the actual power struggles in Pottstown than I did about my environment.
What I saw, to which I bore witness, was domestic strife and confusion whereas O'Hara saw really a class-ridden society.
O'Hara has faded fast, but some of his best short stories are lode stars to me of what good fiction can do.
But on the other hand O'Hara had what Wallace Stevens, a native of that part of the world, called a willingness to celebrate.
"Don't you ever think O'Hara is going to give you up as easy as that," replied Sydney, laughing.
General O'Hara landed from the Victory with reinforcements for the garrison.
With his eyes resting quizzically on O'Hara's face, he took a delicate pinch of snuff and minced across the room.
"It seems that everybody have lost their senses," muttered O'Hara.
O'Hara's boyhood days were spent at Danville, but his family settled at Frankfort when he was a young man.
"I s'pose we've got to lay on our oars, as the sailors say, till daylight," said O'Hara.