I Didn't Write. I Just Wandered About.

All Amateur Travellers Have Experienced Horror Journeys, Long Or Short, Sooner Or Later, One Way Or Another. As A Student Of Disaster, I Note That We React Alike To Our Tribulations: Frayed And Bitter At The Time, Proud Afterwards. Nothing Is Better For Self-esteem Than Survival.

War Happens To People, One By One. That Is Really All I Have To Say And It Seems To Me I Have Been Saying It Forever. Unless They Are Immediate Victims, The Majority Of Mankind Behaves As If War Was An Act Of God Which Could Not Be Prevented; Or They Behave As If War Elsewhere Was None Of Their Business. It Would Be A Bitter Cosmic Joke If We Destroy Ourselves Due To Atrophy Of The Imagination.

Journalism At Its Best And Most Effective Is Education. Apparently People Would Not Learn For Themselves, Nor From Others.

In The Last Camp They All Ate Grass, Until The Authorities Forbade Them To Pull It Up. They Were Accustomed To Having The Fruits Of Their Little Communal Gardens Stolen By The Guards, After They Had Done All The Work; But At The Last Camp Everything Was Stolen.

Stop Spying On The Lawful Citizenry. Democracy And Dossiers Go Ill Together. It Is All Right For God But All Wrong For The State To Keep Its Eye On Sparrows.