twenty-seven years and one million words
We took the ferry across to Manly after work to meet Dad and Renate once more. I ran a monologue all the way out on the adventures of the birds that were following the boat. I swear they were using the boat's lights to hunt for fish. We ate at a great place out in Manly. Really good steak and fantastic coffee.
Naturally the common people don't want war: Neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.