I Followed The War Wherever I Could

The World's Fat Is Badly Divided.

We Lisp In Numbers, In The U.s. We Are Deluged By Ample, Often Mysterious Statistics. ... Like Many In This Country, I Have Come To Regard Statistics With Doubt And Merely As A Hint Of The Probable Shape Of Fact.

War Happens To People, One By One. That Is Really All I Have To Say And It Seems To Me I Have Been Saying It Forever. Unless They Are Immediate Victims, The Majority Of Mankind Behaves As If War Was An Act Of God Which Could Not Be Prevented; Or They Behave As If War Elsewhere Was None Of Their Business. It Would Be A Bitter Cosmic Joke If We Destroy Ourselves Due To Atrophy Of The Imagination.

A Broken Heart Is Such A Shabby Thing, Like Poverty And Failure And The Incurable Diseases Which Are Also Deforming. I Hate It And Am Ashamed Of It, And I Must Somehow Repair This Heart And Put It Back Into Its Normal Condition, As A Tough Somewhat Scarred But Operating Organ.

People May Correctly Remember The Events Of Twenty Years Ago (a Remarkable Feat), But Who Remembers His Fears, His Disgusts, His Tone Of Voice? It Is Like Trying To Bring Back The Weather Of That Time.