about." roose­ velt believed that proponents of a negotiate
 about to join battle with a french force defending home gro
 about? we walked a little closer to have a look at the ital
 a cancer that feeds on itself, engulfing everything! what i
 a celebration of mar­ kets. organic markets, carefully styl
 a crime against the living and always has been; no one can 
 actual and real, not merely a concept, this image of the en
 a defeat of humanity, to make us under­ stand that instead 
 a failure of politics and of humanity, a shameful capit­ u1
 a flop. the chaplain: you should not blaspheme against peac
 a game for him, exciting and dangerous because a man may st
 a horrible repetition. i wrote very fast, as i had to; and 
 a horrible thing ... if they had said to me, look ... we'll
 all fighting is all -everything else is cropped away. and, 
 a long way from being over the cart is standing, much the w
 a long --. �--�;-.. / iii i � llie the canton front time. b
 already being streamlined and simplified in some of the edu
 always a harvest of death. hence friends are exposed to an 
 always-always!-the defeat of humanity, always. we, the educ
 always that monster that transforms itself with the change 
 always there. the dying ta­ pers off now and then, but the 
 always worse than i knew how to say-always. and probably fr
 a malignant disease, an idiocy; a � 2 • -. .:��j_-_, ------
 a miserable source of income and for the first and last tim
 a monster, war is a cancer that feeds on itself, engulfing 
 a natural catastrophe, he will not know how any inf in�u, d
 a nether world of horror from which escape seemed less and 
 an evil that men could stop; the unknown nuclear war will h
 an occasion for nos�iv� talgic remembrance in she wore a ye
 an ugly business at best; as thucydides said long ago, it i
 a profoundly human institution, and to be satisfying in any
 a sacri­ lege! i cannot fail to recall the plea with which 
 a sacrilege. let's stop feeding it! 1 with war, no one wins
 a sacrilege. let's stop feeding it! a year ago, on my pilgr
 a sacrilege that wreaks havoc on what is most precious on o
 a self-evident source of livelihood, but this spring from w
 a solemn duty before god incumbent on all those holding pol
 a source, perhaps her only source, of livelihood. apart fro
 as wayward and unpredictable as the imaginations of men is 
 a symptom of a more enduring political and cultural obsessi
 a total madness: one criminal lunatic and his f01· forei lo
 a tragedy. brubaker: we ought to pull out. admiral: now tha
 becoming justification. how flattering it will be one day t
 beginning to seep into his bones. this war was the fault of
 being discussed with frank mockery, kattrin is appropriatin
 be­ ing fought. the film opens on a shattered landscape: sm
 born in human hearts + •••••• + ••• + •• 24 war eliminates 
 brutish, inglorious, and a terrible waste. combat leaves an
 buying and selling. the murdering and the violence are self
 clear to brecht by the beginning of 1937. this was some two
 commonly caused by members of my own species actively seeki
 conducted once hostilities have begun. these criteria gauge
 cruelty. but this type of war is even crueler because it ra
 disaster they accept it calmly because they have no choice.
 "domestic fury," an­ tony tells us after caesar's death. it
 dragging on a bit another hundred years or longer the commo
 essential reading. this eloquent, far-ranging analysis of t
 even crueler because it rages against those who are innocen
 eventually rescued from a canoe by another pt boat, he brou
 ever as insanely wicked as these starved and outraged, nake
 evil in itself, and always bom of evil. it is a poet's mora
 five days old and the first shock had worn off. there had b
 for and what it was against. on the boat, going first to en
 full of the accounts of armies, beaten and bled, starved an
 full of woes? or sour of taste, to them that know it best? 
 futile. perhaps it never has been. are all lost wars a wast
 getting on. i am reprinting only two of the reports writ­ t
 going badly. on account of her daughter, she refuses the of
 going on. this was strange enough. but it was stranger that
 going to go on for a long time. kattrin is sent to buy merc
 going �n to ruin her life, she knew it, it was going to rui
 go to it, as a gesture of solidarity, and get killed, or su
 hell is hell. war story. a retired special forces operative
 his vocation, however hard he may have hoped in long years 
 his vocation. it was his fate to succumb to that slight wou
 immoral, just as the possessing of nuclear weapons is immor
 immoral, just as the possession of atomic weapons is immora
 , in a sense, to ignore the earthquake in favor of the after
 in its first year. my mother was nagging my father for a th
 in its fourth year by this point. the coffins were wrapped 
 in many ways the most pitiful. the dutch folk of nijmegen, 
 , in niebuhr's view, the liberal faith in the individual: no
 in no sense a game or a dirty mess. it is a mission, a holy
 in progress only by the minority of combat soldiers who are
 in progress. the longer they last the more nearly do the op
 in washington? cutting up letters? the little old man ran r
 is. this is the story ragtag young man. stuck here. stuck h
 it, and may occasion a contemptuous smile on the faces of s
 its peculiar stillness, the softly reflecting tone of this 
 i voice t modes� on ilie � read his tbe� may ben it fast tb
 jus in bello, which is concerned with how the war is conduc
 just an upbeat story in a newspaper. others were seeking so
 just beginning for them. giulia felt like the man who survi
 justified, and analogous criteria must be employed in deter
 justified. the first criterion is just cause, and it deals 
 keeping things alive. things. the ford is only one of them.
 largely ignored by those at home. the admiral's perspective
 like in poland. beginning with hitler's occupation at the r
 lonely and individual work; it is hard to realize how small
 made to abolish dachau, and all the other places like dacha
 madness! a mad ... ness from which humanity has not yet lea
 madness! stop, please! look at this cruelty!" angelus march
 madness, war is a monster, war is a cancer that feeds on it
 maintained. hedges and fences were broken through or simply
 merely a matter of increased probability, not different in 
 more than just a great adventure. the battle at les eparges
 necessary-yet still question the way that participation has
 neither an uprising nor a busi­ ness operation, merely a di
 never political at all, the politics was all thea­ tre, all
 no longer, as it was until recently, an instrument of forei
 no longer finding much to feed on. kattrin hears the cook r
 none of their affair. but one had to make distinctions in o
 no ordinary one, to be combated and resolved like other soc
 not a ghost from the past but a constant threat. our world 
 not another war; the response to weap ... ons is not other 
 not carried on with vigour a little longer, you should thin
 not disconnected at all: the illegitimate child, whose exis
 not far away: it is on our door­ step. what am i doing� her
 not inescapable! when we allow our­ selves to be devoured b
 not just the destruction that happens during war, but the a
 not only a convenient opportunity for new and wider fields 
 not only a defeat of politics but also a shameful sur­ rend
 not taken seriously; the war is a source, perhaps her only 
 not the solution. war is madness, war is a monster, war is 
 not the work of the real finnish people but only the devili
 not to pass without making a decisive impression upon us. w
 not uncommon among the soldiers." the harrison report, comp
 not yet "ugly," because not coerced, as it would be on such
 now fought in the air as well as on land and sea, and the e
 now the greatest it has been since the cold war (haberman 2
 n't even an awareness-not a life at all, really. there may o
 n't like a cake that the two sides divide up between them to
 obscene, goddam it, major motes said. all europe and its pa
 odd, i thought; why should i be plowing around after dark, 
 once again made through analogy with hitlerian evil. george
 our condition and our histo the lace we had to live in .. -
 our paracelsus." ter­ kel's reference to paracelsus, the si
 over and that agency in chicago was the kind that kept its 
 over and we don't know it yet? -i guess we're just bogged d
 over, a sense of military invincibility eclipsed a reckonin
 over. as for the veteran, hirsch concludes, "when he surfac
 over he would like to visit america, but he was a poor man.
 over, he wrote to me for a photograph 'so that i can tell t
 over, how happy ah will be, gearin' up fer thim rooskies an
 over. so that morning in the rain, i went about with them t
 over. that was what happened in the trenches of france, as 
 over," the doctor said. "germany is defeated." we sat in th
 over, we work to forget it, too. noting that amnesia films 
 over.... what would you like from there, mother? -you must 
 past. actually, many a professional soldier cherishes human
 past and the victorious army is occupying the land of the c
 past can be cultivated while war is in progress only by the
 raging. knox's affinity for virgil and homer had to do larg
 raucous and close mouthed and rigidly exact and that all me
 replete with instances of elite troops seized with panic fe
 restricted to wars between nations, which are rarely trigge
 right and good, and any act that hinders it is wrong and ba
 "rough except for the time in italy. i kind of liked it the
 rubble-the rubble of cit­ ies and of men-they are the casua
 seen through the lens of other wars is central to this book
 simply the largest mass murder in history. theirs is the on
 so much simpler if played according to rules, he yearns for
 so often an illusory path. the weather has been unspeakably
 so terrible-we would grow too fond of it," in the word "ecs
 so terrible-we would grow too fond of it." of course, it is
 spreading to new areas. ceaselessly on the move, courage's 
 still a green memory. war, that "roman specialty," had "gon
 still killing lots and lots of people. only right now it is
 still on? -we must all be selfish, even in our unselfishnes
 still steadfastly a part of the human condition, and . . . 
 submerged in misty legend. attempting to dramatize the citi
 suffused with a sentimentality that seems to belong more pr
 supposed to be against fascism-not against every man, woman
 sweet to those who have never experienced it. a quote from 
 terrible," an aristocratic french officer tells his similar
 that human persons affirm a just peace, which is not merely
 .... the citizenry was bitter. there was much pillaging and 
 the fault of everybody, himself included. therefore he coul
 their element, and when the war was without a dream" i. ano
 theirs as well as ours, and," he con­ tinued, no doubt thin
 the natural enemy of the aesthetic. i fear that this is in 
 the negation of all rights and a dramatic assault on the en
 the set of points. eh? yesyes, skippy, the truth is that th
 the source of harry's self-destruction, but harry insists t
 the way you remember it, not the way it is while it is happ
 the worst possible way to resolve man's problems. better th
 threatening with all its horrors. no one speaks of it, but 
 to be extirpated from our race. the strong are, unfortunate
 , today more than ever, a crime, not only against man and hi
 today, more than ever, a crime not only against the dig ...
 too horrible to consider." the transport officer came back 
 too long. disorgan­isation and disorder on every side. in a
 to pass away. the problem of war is no ordinary one, to be 
 total. armies on the battlefield are simply a remnant from 
 tough. the pair botch a kidnapping and end up be­ ing lynch
 twice as old as world war ii. now, more than seventy-five y
 understood at the time, before a monolithic perspective too
 undertaken in response to serious injustice, such as an act
 unlike any other kind of war that has threat­ ened mankind,
 unthinkable because war is no longer, as it was until recen
 usually described as the desire to escape the monotony of c
 war. a bunch ragtag of young ragtag learn the true meaning 
 wearing on her nerves. "hello, auntie," warda said. "god bl
 without a dream" i. anothercnarac: ophy for llvln!: cared, 
 won anyhow. it is awful and one would have to be a liar 168
 won. "we will not have moved," she said. "this is our home.
 ... you don't ... yet.... evenings he might be seen at the 
 young. a young hell and ragtag bunch of all-amer­ ican misf