The year was again a-foot on the incredible adventure of Spring. The
earth broke into blossoming, and the nights were moon-drenched and astir
with the whisperings of wet winds. It was a really thrilling time of the
year to be alive—and therefore, besides all these breathless and
miraculous adventures of the grass and flowers, many innocent and
unsuspecting souls had started out on the incredible adventure of being
born.
But the war-writers kept on writing that for man to reach true
exaltation and vibrancy of spirit, he must blow out the brains of as
many people as possible.