The war seemed as far away as the football games of someone else's college.
You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.
It is why I bother with you," he said. "I think you write absolutely truly and that is very rare. So I would like you to know some things.
The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.
But you mustn't believe in killing, he told himself. You must do it as a necessity but you must not believe in it. If you believe in it the whole thing is wrong.
Listen," I told him. "Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet.