The Unknown; A Play in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

I don’t think so. I think it’s human nature.

Vicar.

We’re arguing at cross-purposes. If when you say “white” you mean what the rest of the world calls “black,” all words are futile.

John.

[With a smile.] The singular thing is that if I’d answered your question with a “yes,” you would probably have thought me a liar or a fool.

Vicar.

This terrible condition of humanity, which seems to cry out against the very idea either of man’s dignity, or of God’s justice, has but one explanation, and that is sin.

John.

You’re referring to the war? It needs some explaining, doesn’t it?

Vicar.