"War is grim and war is horrible. It has always been the military man himself who has been the first to point this out, wisely leaving it to well-manicured civilians to sing sweetly of its lice and mud and torture and death. . . . This present tragedy of history is markedly different from its predecessors. In this war the artist is on the spot. Whatever his previous preoccupation with three plums in a silver dish or three girls in a grassy glade, the artist has now been wrenched out of it by the...
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