One Never Feels Such Distaste

Love's A Disease. But Curable.

So They Left The Subject And Played Croquet, Which Is A Very Good Game For People Who Are Annoyed With One Another, Giving Many Opportunities For Venting Rancor.

The Very Utterness Of The Crash And Ruin, The Desperation Of The Case, Might Be Its Hope. On Ruins One Can Begin To Build. Anyhow, Looking Out From Ruins One Clearly Sees; There Are No Obstructing Walls.

Words, Living And Ghostly, The Quick And The Dead, Crowd And Jostle The Otherwise Too Empty Corridors Of My Mind ... To Move Among This Bright, Strange, Often Fabulous Herd Of Beings, To Summon Them At My Will, To Fasten Them On To Paper Like Flies, That They May Decorate It, This Is The Pleasure Of Writing.

You Point Out That War Is Only A Symptom Of The Whole Horrid Business Of Human Behavior, And Cannot Be Isolated. And That, Even If We Abolish War, We Shall Not Abolish Hate And Greed. So Might It Have Been Argued About Slave Emancipation, That Slavery Was But One Aspect Of Human Disgustingness, And That To Abolish It Would Not End The Barbarity That Causes It. But Did The Abolitionists Therefore Waste Their Breath? And Do We Waste Ours Now In Protesting Against War?