54/77 "It's you and me, my dears: we make the wars. That's why we open our mouths and swallow all the twaddle that the papers give us; and cheer the fine, black-coated gentlemen when they tell us it's our sacred duty to kill Germans, or Italians, or Russians, or anybody else. We are just crazy to kill something: it doesn't matter what. If it's to be Germans, we shout '_A Berlin_!'; and if it's to be Russians we cheer for Liberty. |