The Impersonal Life

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====== The Inner Life ======
== THE HERALD OF THE NEW AGE | OCTOBER 1935 ==
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==== IF WAR COMES AGAIN ====
By Leo Tolstoy
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THE bells will peal, the drums will sound, the clergymen will pray for successful slaughter—and the old story will begin again. The editors of the daily press will begin virulently to stir up men to hatred and manslaughter in the name of patriotism, happy in the receipt of an increased income. Manufacturers, merchants, contractors for military stores, will hurry joyously about their business in hope of double receipts.

All sorts of government officials will buzz about foreseeing a possibility of purloining something more than usual. The military authorities will hurry hither and thither, drawing double pay and rations, and with the expectation of receiving for the slaughter of other men various still better ornaments for the so highly prized, as ribbons, crosses, orders and stars. Idle ladies and gentlemen will make a great fuss entering their names in advance for the Red Cross Society, and ready to bind up the wounds of those whom their husbands and brothers will mutilate; and they will imagine that in so doing they are performing a most Christian work.

And smothering despair within their souls by songs, licentiousness and wine, men will trail along, torn from peaceful labor, from their wives, mothers and children—hundreds of thousands of simple-minded, good-natured men driven murderous weapons in their hands—anywhere they may be driven.

They will march, freeze, hunger, suffer sickness and die from it or finally come to some place where they will be slain by thousands and kill other thousands themselves, with no reason—men whom they have never seen before and who neither have done nor could do them any mischief.

And when the number of sick, wounded and killed becomes so great that there are not hands enough left to pick them up, and when the air is so infected with the putrefying scent of the “food for powder” that even the authorities find it disagreeable, a truce will be made, the wounded will be picked up anyhow, the sick will be brought in and huddled together in heaps, the killed will be covered with earth and lime—and once more the crowd of deluded men will be led on and on till those who have devised the project, weary of it, or till those who thought to find it profitable, receive their spoil.
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