Gwen: And shall we?
John: If we don’t, they’ll go through all the hell that we’ve been through, probably a worse hell than anything we’ve known yet—in this country, anyhow—and then their children, and their children’s children, will try again.
Gwen: But now! Can’t we do anything now?
John: I don’t know.
Gwen: We ought to try.
John: That’s what I feel. That’s why I’m chucking the business.
Gwen: What are you going to do?
John: Follow my urge! That’s all I can do.
Gwen: What’s that mean?
John: I’ve got a few hundred pounds in the bank; and I’m selling my piano, and everything else I can. I’m going to write; and think and read; and get into touch with any others I can, who feel as we do.