But how intolerable bright the morning is where we who are alive and remain, walk lifted up, carried forward by an effective word.

He thought it disproportionate in its violence considering the fragility of us.

For they were unseasoned, nor inured, not knowing this to be much less than the beginning of sorrow.

…and how is a man to know the habits of their God, whether He smites suddenly or withholds, if you mishandle the things set apart, the objects of His people He is jealous of.

They bright whiten all this sepulchre with powdered chloride of lime. It’s a perfectly sanitary war.

As suddenly the whole world would slip back into a mollifying, untormented dark; their aching bodies knew its calm.