In November You Begin To Know How

I Tell You Loneliness Is The Thing To Master. Courage And Fear, Love, Death Are Only Parts Of It And Can Easily Be Ruled Afterwards. If I Make Myself Master My Own Loneliness There Will Be Peace Or Safety: And Perhaps These Are The Same.

I Used To Write Letters To The Wounded In The Palace Hotel, And I Used To Drive A Station Wagon With Blood In Bottles To A Battalion Aid Station.

The English Are Very Proud Of Their Parliament, And Week In, Week Out, Century After Century, They Have Pretty Good Cause To Be.

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.