"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?"