New Model Army

by Adam Roberts

We did as much damage as we did only by virtue of the fact that, having steered the little craft down from Sunbury by watching its passage on a little screen, the remote-controller (a woman called Emma Clack) noticed an inlet off the river going in at the site of Hampton Court.

Fighting inflected via play parses into sport, and into politics, and religion. And soon enough we reach a time when it is impossible simply to fuck, or fight - impossible, even, simply to eat or sleep. Play, in its spiralling recherché, rococo forms, shapes everything we do. We are always playing; whether we are talking about work or leisure, about being alone or being with others, we are addicted to play, play is our complete horizon.

This is the answer to the question. Why do men make war? Because it’s fun. Because they like doing it, Because it’s the most immersive and intense form of grown-up play. That is what’s visible in the middle of the abyss. This is what Kurtz should have said: The fun! The fun! You think fighting isn’t fun? You think horror isn’t fun?

This nation was so named by the application of the Scots and northern Anglish word Fra, which means far, to the root-word anchor, various spelt in various places: anker, ancor, encore, and-core, handker, inker. Franckerland