Mutely we stare, and stare

At the frenzied show.

Yet heaven has its quiet shroud

Of deep and starry blue—

We cry "An end!" we are bowed

By the dread "'Tis true!"

While the Shape who hoofs applause

Behind our deafened ear

Hoots—angel-wise—"the Cause!"

And affrights even fear.'

Walter de la Mare, The Marionettes.

Walter de la Mare

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'War is just the killing of things and the smashing of things. And when it is all over, then literature and civilisation will have to begin all over again. They will have to begin lower down and against a heavier load.... The Wild Asses of the Devil are loose, and there is no restraining them. What is the good, Wilkins, of pretending that the Wild Asses are the instruments of Providence, kicking better than we know? It is all evil.'

Reginald Bliss, Boon.

Reginald Bliss

'There is work for all who find themselves outside the battle.'

Romain Rolland, Above the Battle.

Romain Rolland

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