"I cannot understand the war spirit. It is something so utterly alien to the stuff of which I am made that I find myself listening in amazement to the people around me, and wondering what's wrong with me. I can see that they are profoundly stirred. But I do not get that feeling. War seems to me a thing so utterly abominable that every other sentiment of which I am capable is swallowed up in horror."

Here The Fool gave a Marxist-Leninist analysis of how "profit mongers" cause wars and dragoon the working classes into fighting them.

"I hate to think of the Allies and the Germans slaughtering each other out there on the plains of Europe which ought to be as peaceful as the meadows of Arcady, where the earth has never tasted blood, and the flowers are not fertilised by murder. When I read of them mowing each other down, when I read of the piled up dead, of the long processions of wounded, of the devastated fields and cities, I cry out aloud 'For what, O God, for what?' And the answer comes to me in a sound like that jingling of filthy lucre which was [Judas paid in silver coins to betray Jesus] the prelude to the Cross."