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to be taken. "Naturally I should help you in every
way possible," he said. "I have always regarded all
wars as acts of criminal folly, and my hatred of this
one has often made life seem almost unendurable.
But hatred makes one vital, and without it one loses
energy. 'Keep vital5 is a more important axiom
than 'love your neighbour5. This act of yours, if you
stick to itj will probably land you in prison. Don't let
that discourage you. You will be more alive in prison
than you would be in the trenches." Mis taking this
last remark for a joke, I laughed, rather half-heartedly.
"No; I mean that seriously/' he said. "By thinking
independently and acting fearlessly on your moral
convictions you are serving the world better than you
would do by marching with the unthinking majority
v/ho are suffering and dying at the front because they
believe what they have been told to believe. Now
that you have lost your faith in what you enlisted for,
I am certain that you should go on and let the conse-
quences take care of themselves. Of course your
action would be welcomed by people like myself who
are violently opposed to the War. We should print
and circulate as many copies of your statement as pos-
sible. ... But I hadn't intended to speak as definitely
as this. You must decide by your own feeling and not
by what anyone else says." I promised to send him
my statement when it was written and walked home
with .my head full of exalted and disorderly thoughts.
I had taken a strong liking for Tyrrell, who probably
smiled rather grimly while he was reading a few more
pages of Kropotkin's Conquest of Bread before going
upstairs to his philosophic slumbers.