War is an ugly thing， but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth a war， is much worse.

To be or not to be,that's a question.

天亮了，这种疯狂的激情消失了，他犯下的可怖罪行的回忆却回来了——比以前更加可怕。在绝望中，他决定还是回伦敦去。