" Pri-F-ianism ' is not a German malady, it is a malady of the dominant classes of all countries, . . . it. passes from country to country conquering one after another the elites of all the powerful states. . . In a regime of inequality . . . Might always triumphs over Right ; R

" Have not our politicians and our teachers, with few exceptions, used all their influence to foster dark old superstitions, which lurk in such good words as those of patriotism and honour, to keep the people blind so th a t they might not see the shining light of liberty and to

e answer hurriedly, nervously, that we never meant to do it. Yet we have done it. The facts are beyond dispute. The poor are beaten to pieces, the Young men are destroyed, the young women are left desolate, and the homes remain unbuilt i n which the laughter of the children migh

the nations by conjuring up the picture of colossal wealth . . . but now the disappointed hopes of gain rage in a maniacal fury of destruction. Nationalism has poisoned the hearts of nations with the vainglorious delusion of . . . world domination. Immoderate vanity and foolish

tavid Henderson was what he called " crutchincr " along the white road to the station as the slanting rays of the setting sun half blinded his eyes. It was astonishing how quickly he quid get over the ground, for from the time he was quite small" he had doggedly determined to be

" The village folk round about here, he went on, " do make me sometimes wish that just one single hamlet _ hereabouts might be treated as scores sin Belgium and France have been. You can't get through their hides; you can't make them understand the terrors that are so nigh to us