The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.
That's all I want- to do no harm.
And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.
Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.
No one survives in times of war unless they make war their home. How did I get so old and wise, but for welcoming war into my house and making friends with him? Better to befriend the enemy and hang on. Something worse might come along, which might be amusing or might not.
His avenging angel had come to call him home. A suicide was waiting for him back in his own world, and by now he ought to have learned enough to get through it successfully.