| From
Three Guineas:
"Is
it not possible...that
if we knew the truth about war, the glory of war would be scotched and
crushed where it lies curled up in the rotten cabbage leaves of our prostituted
fact-purveyors;
and
if we knew the truth about art instead of shuffling and shambling through
the smeared and dejected pages of those who must live by prostituting
culture,
the
enjoyment and practice of art would become so desirable that by comparison
the pursuit of war would be a tedious game for elderly dilettantes in
search of a mildly sanitary amusement
the
tossing of bombs instead of balls over frontiers instead of nets?"
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