"And tomorrow I shall be killed, perhaps not even by a Frenchman but by one of our own men, by a..."

“And tomorrow I shall be killed, perhaps not even by a Frenchman but by one of our own men, by a soldier discharging a musket close to my ear as one of them did yesterday, and the French will come and take me by head and heels and fling me into a hole that I may not stink under their noses, and new conditions of life will arise, which will seem quite ordinary to others and about which I shall know nothing. I shall not exist…””

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Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace.

When I came up against this quote I k...