8. smoke over Gaza
eyeless the iron another
shortage of ploughshares
the Wain turns
the shattered bodies are gathered up
the feckless will always be with us thronging
In 1939 this book was read for the last time. It will never be read again.
In 1961 this book was read for the last time. It will never be read again.
No one will ever read this book.
"We mused for a while over parents. Then I went on musing about why it was thought better and higher to love one's country than one's county, or town, or village, or house. Perhaps because it was larger. But then it would be still better to love one's continent, and best of all to love one's planet." --The Towers of Trebizond