It seemed then as if we were all to be drawn into the slime, as if cruelty had got its fangs into the heart of the world.

When you knelt to pray at nights you could only cry and cry.

The courage of the men who grappled in the slime with the horrors was the one thing that kept one from despair.

And the fact that they could _laugh_.

You know about the dying man who told his nurse some joke and finished, 'This is _the_ War for laughs.'" Pamela nodded.