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 in the library over the files of The Times. Jenny, it can’t be true that they did all that to Belgium? Those funny, quiet, stingy people! Has the world gone mad?



If they could still joke about it And, Jenny, the casualty lists the names I knew. And it’s still going on, out there every day  now, while we’re talking. It’s unbelievable. But, Jenny, I can’t sit here doing nothing, day after day, like this.



It’s so awful, Jenny to be right out of the world as I am, out of touch with it all. Not to know to take it all second-hand, what one’s told, and know nothing. Everyone’s in it doing something  every man I’ve asked after is either dead or fighting. I’m alone in a world of my own. I don’t know I don’t understand anything that’s happening. (Half whispering) Jenny I’m frightened.

We’re all here to look after you.

(ignoring her) : Only when Margaret’s here can I forget. I remember, when I broke my shoulder playing Rugger, they gave me something some drug  to keep me quiet.