Mr. Jesmond made a peculiar noise rather like a hen who has decided to lay an egg and then thought better of it.
Agatha ChristieThat was what, ultimately, war did to you. It was not the physical dangers--the mines at sea, the bombs from the air, the crisp ping of a rifle bullet as you drove over a desert track. No, it was the spiritual danger of learning how much easier life was if you ceased to think.
Agatha Christie