War is a way of shattering to pieces... materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable and... too intelligent.
George OrwellDo you remember writing in your diary," he said, "that it did not matter whether I was a friend or an enemy, since I was at least a person who understood you and could be talked to? You were right. I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.
George Orwell