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240 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1961
"Guy briefly fell asleep. Then Ivor said, 'Guy, what would you do if you were challenged to a duel?'
'Laugh.'
'Yes, of course.'
'What made you think of that now?'
'I was thinking about honour. It's a thing that changes, doesn't it? I mean, a hundred and fifty years ago we would have had to fight if challenged. Now we'd laugh. There must have been a time a hundred years or so ago when it was rather an awkward question.'
'Yes. Moral theologians were never able to stop duelling--it took democracy to do that.'
"The single-handed attack on a fortified position by a British major-general, attended in one account by a small boy, in another by a midget, had no precedent in Clausewitz."
"I don't know about the others. With me I think, perhaps, it's because I associate it with love. And I don't love any more."
After the absolution he said: 'Are you a foreigner?'
'Yes.'
'Can you spare a few cigarettes?'
It would be very wicked indeed to do anything to fit a boy for the modern world.
When you spoke of the Lateran Treaty did you consider how many souls may have been reconciled and have died at peace as a result of it? How many children may have been brought up in the faith who might have lived in ignorance. Quantitative judgements don’t apply. If only one soul was saved that is full compensation for any loss of “face.”
”Is there any place that is free from evil? It is too simple to say that only the Nazis wanted war. These Communists wanted it too. It was the only way in which they could come to power. Many of my people wanted it, to be revenged on the Germans, to hasten the creation of the national state. It seems to be that there was a will to war, a death wish, everywhere. Even good men thought their private honor would be satisfied by war. They could assert their manhood by killing and being killed. They would accept hardships in recompense for having been selfish and lazy. Danger justified privilege. I knew Italians — not very many perhaps — who felt this. Were there none in England?”
“God forgive me,” said Guy. “I was one of them.”