No, my dears, it's we make the wars.

You and me, my dears." There came a day in early spring.

All night long the guns had never ceased.

It sounded like the tireless barking of ten thousand giant dogs.
Behind the hills, the whole horizon, like a fiery circle, was ringed with flashing light.

Shapeless forms, bent beneath burdens, passed in endless procession through the village.