It may sweep away, in one ruin of war, wealth, culture, and the whole fabric of civilisation.

It may darken counsel, and corrupt thought.

In fact, it may give you something very like the history of the English in Ireland.
Now it is not denied that most Englishmen believe the English mind to be incapable of such excesses.

This, they say, is the Russian in Warsaw, the Austrian in Budapest, the Belgian in the Congo, the blind fool-fury of the Seine.

But it is not the English way.