"I know we can't win a military success! ..." He drew his hand across his eyes. "My God, I'm tired, Henry!" he said. "I'm worn out. I haven't slept since Saturday night...."
"John!"
"Yes, Henry, what is it?"
"Come away with me. You know you can't win ... you can't possibly win. Well go over to England together...."
"I'm fighting England, Henry, not visiting it!"
"You can hide there for a while ... until you can get away to France or America!"
"Go away and leave them now, Henry?"
"Yes. The longer you hold out, the worse it'll be for everybody. The people are against you ... I've heard things to-day that I never expected to hear in Dublin...."
"I know they're against us. We thought there would be more on our side, but that's all the more reason why we should fight. The people are getting too English in their ways, Henry ... they think too much of money. All those women in the Combe ... do you know why they're against us? ... because they can't get their separation allowances! We won't win a military success ... we all know that ... McDonagh and Pearse and Connolly and Mineely and all of us ... we know that ... but well win a spiritual success!"
"A spiritual success?"