There Isn't Any Me. I'm You. Don't

Everyone Behaves Badly--given The Chance.

I Was Always A Lonely Person When I Was With Everyone.

We Think. We Are Not Peasants. We Are Mechanics. But Even The Peasants Know Better Than To Believe In A War. Everybody Hates War. There Is A Class That Control A Country That Is Stupid And Down Not Realise Anything And Never Can. That Is Why We Have This War. Also They Make Money Out Of It.

For Sale. Baby Shoes. Never Worn.

The Questioners Had That Beautiful Detachment And Devotion To Stern Justice Of Men Dealing In Death Without Being In Any Danger Of It.