How could one even stand talk of them! There is only one thing." The blue of his eyes grew dark.
"It is as if a gigantic wall were piling itself up between us and Life," he went on.

"That is how I see it--a wall piling itself higher every hour.

It's built of dead things and maimed and tortured ones.

It's building itself of things you can't speak of.

It stands between all the world and living--mere living.