I Was Not Given To

The War Imbued My Tin Soldiers With Quite A New Interest. It Was Impossible To Have Boxes Enough Of Them.

It Was Jolly In The Country. A Cow And Little Pigs To Play With And Milk Warm From The Cow.

I Was Not Given To Looking At Life In A Rosy Light.

Those [christians] Had Left To Love On Earth Were Then: Brothers And Sisters In Hatred, Whom They Called Then: Brothers And Sisters In Love.

What Has Here Happened Is That The Instinct Of Cruelty, Which Has Turned Inwards, Has Become Self-torture, And All Man's Animal Instincts Have Been Reinterpreted As Guilt Towards God. Every Nay Man Utters To His Nature, To His Real Being, He Flings Out As A Yea, An Affirmation Of Reality Applied To God's Sanctity