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Most people, I was learning, were cowards, and most laws had nothing to do with justice. Justice was a private matter that you didn’t expect anyone to execute for you. You did it yourself, or it didn’t get done.
Midsentence, midembrace, at the height of your hopes: that, you see, is when the god of endings likes to do it.
“The Great War,” I would later learn to call it, as if it were something magnificent and noble rather than ghastly and sad.
It’s who you are. Coincidentally, it’s who we are too, the French. The Germans do not win only by taking down our flag, but by getting us to cease being who and what we are.
