“I should be doing something, it would be genuine. It’s a sort of toy-life as it is.”
“But what would you be doing if you went to war?”
“I would be making railways or bridges, working like a nigger.”
“But you’d only make them to be pulled down again when the armies had done with them. It seems just as much a game.”
“If you call war a game.”
“What is it?”
“It’s about the most serious business there is, fighting.”
A sense of hard separateness came over her.
“Why is fighting more serious than anything else?” she asked.
“You either kill or get killed—and I suppose it is serious enough, killing.”