Chickenshit can be recognized instantly because it never has anything to do with winning the war.

Every war is ironic because every war is worse than expected. Every war constitutes an irony of situation because its means are so melodramatically disproportionate to its presumed ends.

To get home you had to end the war. To end the war was the reason you fought it. The only reason.

The middles cleave to euphemisms not just because they're an aid in avoiding facts. They like them also because they assist their social yearnings towards pomposity. This is possible because most euphemisms permit the speaker to multiply syllables, and the middle class confuses sheer numerousness with weight and value.

All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel

The simple is carefully shunned by those who labour to seem what they would be.

Tourism requires that you see conventional things, and that you see them in a conventional way.