...the ‘philistinism’ of The Guiltless – those who, whilst not dispatching the trains to death camps, created a world in which they could be loaded – a worldview that can tolerate people being ripped to shreds in an industrial scale, but is horrified about sex or the transgression of petty manners. Prudishness, in Broch’s pre-war world of eerily tense picnics and ominous cafés, becomes a veil with which to cover the insignificant – making it significant, while the truly monstrous quietly liberates itself. Difference Engine, The fucking war
a damn good thing, this engine.
A friend writes to say a 19-year-old she knew, the son of a friend, has been killed in Iraq. She ends her moving email:
I read today about a woman who picketed the Bush place in Crawford -- her son died over there, too. I'd like to join her protest. I'd like to rend a few garments, keen until I have no voice, and then stone the president and leave him to rot in the Texas sun.