Sailors are gurgling out their life in sea-storms; soldiers are agonizing on battle-fields; men, women, and children are being burnt, boiled, hacked, squashed, rent, exploded to death in every town and almost every village of the globe.

Here in Paris, and over there in London, there is no end to the forms of misery our knowledge suggests--all suffered while we eat and talk.

But to sit down and think persistently of it would lead to madness in any one of imagination like yours.

We have to say: It doesn't concern us! And no more it does.

We haven't the ordering of the world; we can't alter the vile course of things.