worth half a franc within the confines of Amiens.  But a large heavy piece of exploded shell that had been thrust very urgently upon my attention upon the Carso I contrived to lose during the temporary confusion of our party by the arrival and explosion of another prospective souvenir in our close proximity.  And two really very large and almost complete specimens of some species of Ammonites unknown to me, from the hills to the east of the Adige, partially wrapped in a back number of the Corriere della Sera, that were pressed upon me by a friendly officer, were unfortunately lost on the line between Verona and Milan through the gross negligence of a railway porter.  But I doubt if they would have thrown any very conclusive light upon the war.

2

I avow myself an extreme Pacifist.  I am against the man who first takes up the weapon.  I carry my pacifism far beyond the ambiguous little group of British and foreign sentimentalists who pretend so amusingly to be socialists in the Labour Leader, whose conception of foreign policy is to give Germany now a peace that would be no more than a breathing time for a fresh outrage upon civilisation, and who would even make heroes of the crazy young assassins of the Dublin crime.  I do not understand those people.  I do not merely want to stop this war.  I want to nail down war in its coffin.  Modern war is an intolerable thing.  It is not a thing to trifle with in this Urban District Council way, it is a thing to end forever.  I have always hated it, so far that is as my imagination enabled me to realise it; and now that I have been seeing it, sometimes quite closely for a full month, I hate it more than ever.  I never imagined a quarter of its waste, its boredom, its futility, its desolation.  It is merely a destructive and dispersive instead of a constructive and accumulative industrialism.  It is a gigantic, dusty, muddy, weedy, bloodstained silliness.  It is the plain duty of every man to give his life and all that he has if by so doing he may help to end it.  I hate Germany, which has thrust this experience upon mankind, as I hate some horrible infectious disease.  The new war, the war on the modern level, is her invention and her crime.  I perceive that on our side and in its broad outlines, this war is nothing more than a gigantic and heroic effort in sanitary engineering; an effort to remove German militarism from the life and regions it has invaded, and to bank it in and discredit and enfeeble it so that never more will it repeat its present preposterous and horrible efforts.  All human affairs and all great affairs have their reservations and their complications, but that is the broad outline of the business as it has impressed itself on my mind and as I find it conceived in the mind of the average man of the reading class among the allied peoples, and as I find it understood in the judgement of honest and intelligent neutral observers.