War is a great broom that sweeps the world. It's the place where the mediocre triumphs and the criminal receives a saint's halo; people prostrate themselves before him and acclaim him and fawn upon him. Must men find life so gloomy and monotonous that they long for massacre and ruin? I've seen them jump up and down on the edge of the abyss, walk along its crest, and look with fascination upon the horror of the void, where the vilest passions hold sway. - Brodeck, Phillipe Claudel
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