Not in these days.

And if it comes--Good Lord, Hilda, do you know what it means?
I can't see the end, only it looks to me like being a fearful smash....

Oh, we shall pull through, but nobody seems to see that our ordinary life will come down like a pack of cards.
And what will the poor do?
And can't you see the masses of poor souls that will be thrown into the vortex like, like...." He broke off.

"I can't find words," he said, gesticulating nervously.

"It's colossal." "Peter, you're going to preach about it: I can see you are.