They do not see their shots.

They do not know what they are doing.

"You shall not know; you shall _not_ know." But since the cannonade is returning, they will be fighting here again.
All these battles spring from themselves and necessitate each other to infinity! One single battle is not enough, it is not complete, there is no satisfaction.

Nothing is finished, nothing is ever finished.
Ah, it is only men who die! No one understands the greatness of things, and I know well that I do not understand all the horror in which I am.
* * * * * * Here is evening, the time when the firing is lighted up.

The horizons of the dark day, of the dark evening, and of the illuminated night revolve around my remains as round a pivot.
I am like those who are going to sleep, like the children.