“War,” wrote the journalists, “reveals what a veneer is civilization.
Man’s real emotions, instinctive, primitive, brutal, leap to
ascendency.”
But I did not believe the journalists, because I knew better men’s
emotions. Indeed, what tore asunder my heart was the depth and beauty of
the emotions of men and women. There was nothing—at least very
little—the matter with their emotions.
But with their thinking apparatus—ah, that is a different story!