When You Are In It Up To

In The Beds Which The Piety Of The Public Has Prepared On Every Side, Stricken Men Await The Verdict Of Fate.

There Is No French Town In Which The Wounds Inflicted On The Battle-field Are Not Bleeding.

The Desire For Order Is The Only Order In The World.

The Swimmer Adrift On The Open Seas Measures His Strength, And Strives With All His Muscles To Keep Himself Afloat. But What Is He To Do When There Is No Land On The Horizon, And None Beyond It?

I Can No Longer Think What I Want To Think. My Thoughts Have Been Replaced By Moving Images.