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Heartbreak House
care to obtrude their own woes. Nevertheless, even when
sitting
at home in safety, it was not easy for those who had to
write and speak about the war to throw away their highest
conscience, and deliberately work to a standard of inevitable
evil instead of to the ideal of life more abundant. I can an-
swer for at least one person who
found the change from the
wisdom of Jesus and St. Francis to the morals of Richard III
and the madness of Don Quixote extremely irksome. But
that change had to be made; and we are all the worse for it,
except those for whom it
was not really a change at all, but
only a relief from hypocrisy.
Think, too, of those who, though they had neither to write
nor to fight, and had no
children of their own to lose, yet
knew the inestimable loss to the world of four years of the
life of a generation wasted on destruction. Hardly one of the
epoch-making works of the human mind might not have
been aborted or destroyed by taking
their authors away from
their natural work for four critical years. Not only were
Shakespeares and Platos being killed outright; but many of
the best harvests of the survivors
had to be sown in the bar-
ren soil of the trenches. And this was no mere British con-
sideration. To the truly civilized man, to the good European,
the slaughter of the German youth was as disastrous as the
slaughter of the English. Fools exulted in “German losses.”
They were our losses as well. Imagine
exulting in the death
of Beethoven because Bill Sykes dealt him his death blow!
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