The Dreamers Of The Day Are Dangerous...

Some Of The Evil Of My Tale May Have Been Inherent In Our Circumstances. For Years We Lived Anyhow With One Another In The Naked Desert, Under The Indifferent Heaven.

To Make War Upon Rebellion Is Messy And Slow, Like Eating Soup With A Knife.

Mankind Has Had Ten-thousand Years Of Experience At Fighting And If We Must Fight, We Have No Excuse For Not Fighting Well.

We Had Been Hopelessly Labouring To Plough Waste Lands; To Make Nationality Grow In A Place Full Of The Certainty Of God… Among The Tribes Our Creed Could Be Only Like The Desert Grass – A Beautiful Swift Seeming Of Spring; Which, After A Day’s Heat, Fell Dusty.

Nine-tenths Of Tactics Are Certain, And Taught In Books: But The Irrational Tenth Is Like The Kingfisher Flashing Across The Pool, And That Is The Test Of Generals.