of civilization and progress.
GENERAL
Old women's talk.
[_With a swagger._
Give me a sword in my right hand again, I say! I'll break open a few
skulls yet, for all my sixty years. Eh? Mediation! Let those mediate, I
say, who are afraid to fight!
CHIEF OF STAFF
[_Calmly, dispassionately._
We are not mediating yet. You may tell that to your friends if they
become downhearted.
GENERAL
[_Saluting._
To command, your Excellency! It is good that some one looks out for the
honor of the army.
[_Saluting again._
Good night, gentlemen!
[_The_ MINISTER OF WAR _half rises and bows slightly. The_
CHIEF OF STAFF _nods. Exit the_ GENERAL.
CHIEF OF STAFF
[_With a flash in his old eyes._
Ha! Once more to have those fellows behind me. Think of it! Each man of
them represents fifty thousand. And behind them another million and
another! God! What a machine to handle.
[_He slaps his forehead._
And the old brain working still!
MINISTER OF WAR
[_Rising and crossing to a window, right forward, then speaking
thoughtfully._
I don't know, Clement. I am growing old. I think sometimes that war is
the most terrible matter in which we erring humans become engaged. I
have always thought that--at times.
CHIEF OF STAFF
[_Who has crossed to the Left and stands facing a map of the world,
covering half the wall._
So you are a sentimentalist, after all?
MINISTER OF WAR
[_Looking out of the window._
No. Because there is something stronger in me, conquering the repulsion.
My temperament, character, destiny. I am impelled to war. A dozen
generations of soldiers in my blood press me on. My whole education
presses me on. My sympathies and my religious sense make me tremble
before the impending horror, but--I confess to you--I believe I want
this war.
CHIEF OF STAFF
[_Without turning._
So do we all. War is the soldier's work. And he does not want to play
all his life. Look. We land here and here and here.
[_He indicates places on the map with a paper-cutter, speaking with
growing excitement._
No defenses, except at this place--a masonry fort built thirty years
ago. Bad cement, moreover. Fraudulent contractor. Then--
MINISTER OF WAR
[_Returning to his desk, resolutely._
No, you old hawk, we're not going to do it. We'll be content to settle
ourselves in peaceful graves, you and I and the old Chief. No war, no
war!
CHIEF OF STAFF
[_Calmly._
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