I haven't got a writer's discipline.
I think we all have a selfish gene which rises to the top, sometimes. But then we're also all capable of a sudden magnanimity.
Sweet Jesus, war does terrible things to people.
You can't be angsty all day or else it becomes a sort of pale angst.
We seem to have reached the age where life stops giving us things and starts taking them away.
It's funny how a film about a murderous old English toff can help you.