"If you have to take away masses of men from all industrial employment,--to feed them by the labor of others,--to provide them with destructive machineries, varied daily in national rivalship of inventive cost; if you have to ravage the country which you attack,--to destroy for a score of future years, its roads, its woods, its cities, and its harbours;--and if, finally, having brought masses of men, counted by hundreds of thousands, face to face, you tear those masses to pieces with jagged shot, and leave the living creatures, countlessly beyond all help of surgery, to starve and parch, through days of torture, down into clots of clay--what book of accounts shall record the cost of your work;--what book of judgment sentence the guilt of it?" --John Ruskin, The Crown of Wild Olive (1866)

On my victrola: Swingin' Creepers.

Mullah Chin is In.