But I could not open my box, for I thought of my friend’s sons and dear friends of my own, and there was no more spirit in me. “We cannot laugh!” I cried. “We cannot laugh! Another generation! Another generation may have the heart to do what we cannot do.”
And the voice said: “Courage! Only your poor courage can save us!”
But in my dream I could do no more than weep pitifully and weep, and when I woke up my eyes were wet with tears.
CHAPTER THE TENTH
The Story of the Last Trump
§ 1
“After this war,” said Wilkins, “after its revelation of horrors and waste and destruction, it is impossible that people will tolerate any longer that system of diplomacy and armaments and national aggression that has brought this catastrophe upon mankind. This is the war that will end war.”
“Osborn,” said Boon, “Osborn.”
“But after all the world has seen——!”
“The world doesn’t see,” said Boon….