War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.
(TT v.672)
"We knew Hitler was a vulgar and ignorant little cad, in addition to any other defects (or the source of them); but there seem to be many v. and i. l. cads who don’t speak German, and who given the same chance would show most of the other Hitlerian characteristics" exterminating of the entire German nation as the only proper course after military victory: because, if you please, they are rattlesnakes, and don’t know the difference between good and evil! (What of the writer?) The Germans have just as much right to declare the Poles and Jews exterminable vermin, subhuman, as we have to select the Germans: in other words, no right, whatever they have done. Of course there is still a difference here. The article was answered, and the answer printed. The Vulgar and Ignorant Cad is not yet a boss with power; but he is a very great deal nearer to becoming one in this green and pleasant isle than he was.
It was Sam’s first view of a battle of Men against Men, and he did not like it much. He was glad that he could not see the dead face. He wondered what the man’s name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil of heart, or what lies or threats had led him on the long march from his home; and if he would not really rather have stayed there in peace – all in a flash of thought which was quickly driven from his mind. (TT 4.iv.661)
Αἴας δ᾽ οὐκ ἔτ᾽ ἔμιμνε: βιάζετο γὰρ βελέεσσι:δάμνα μιν Ζηνός τε νόος καὶ Τρῶες ἀγαυοὶβάλλοντες: δεινὴν δὲ περὶ κροτάφοισι φαεινὴπήληξ βαλλομένη καναχὴν ἔχε, βάλλετο δ᾽ αἰεὶ 105κὰπ φάλαρ᾽ εὐποίηθ᾽: ὃ δ᾽ ἀριστερὸν ὦμον ἔκαμνενἔμπεδον αἰὲν ἔχων σάκος αἰόλον: οὐδὲ δύναντοἀμφ᾽ αὐτῷ πελεμίξαι ἐρείδοντες βελέεσσιν.αἰεὶ δ᾽ ἀργαλέῳ ἔχετ᾽ ἄσθματι, κὰδ δέ οἱ ἱδρὼςπάντοθεν ἐκ μελέων πολὺς ἔρρεεν, οὐδέ πῃ εἶχεν 110ἀμπνεῦσαι: πάντῃ δὲ κακὸν κακῷ ἐστήρικτο.
Ajax could hold out no longer; he was being forced back by their spears.Zeus's will and the noble Trojans kept striking him, overpowering him.His shining helm rang dreadfully in his ears as it was struck,And he was being struck ceaselessly on his well-made helmet.His left arm was exhausted from constantly holding up his flashing shield.Though the Trojans struck it hard with their spears, they could not knock it away.But Ajax gasped in pain all the time now. Sweat streamed down his every limb.No way could he even catch his breath. Woe piled every which way upon woe.
One has indeed personally to come under the shadow of war to feel fully its oppression; but as the years go by it seems now often forgotten that to be caught in youth by 1914 was no less hideous an experience than to be involved in 1939 and the following years. By 1918 all but one of my close friends were dead.
(xiv)
Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day’s risinghe rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;over death, over dread, over doom liftedout of loss, out of life, unto long glory.
Celui qui possède la force marche dans un milieu non résistant, sans que rien, dans la matière* humaine autour de lui, soit de nature à susciter entre l'élan et l'acte ce bref intervalle où se loge la pensée. Où la pensée n'a pas de place, la justice ni la prudence n'en ont.
One who has the power moves through a medium that offers no resistance, without which there is nothing in the human material* around him of such a nature as to create that small space between impulse and act where thought lives. Where there is no room for thought, there is room for neither justice nor prudence.
*Weil's thesis is that the use of force in war reduces humans to objects without souls. This is as true of the conqueror as of the conquered. So the "medium that offers no resistance" and "the human material around him" refer to all that is left of us once force has stripped away our soul. Impulse leads to action without pause or reflection.
ἀνθρώποισι πελώμεθ᾽ ἀοίδιμοι ἐσσομένοισι.
In Phaeacia the king Alcinous, sees Odysseus weeping to hear a bard singing of the Trojan War, and he says to him:
τὸν δὲ θεοὶ μὲν τεῦξαν, ἐπεκλώσαντο δ᾽ ὄλεθρον
ἀνθρώποις, ἵνα ᾖσι καὶ ἐσσομένοισιν ἀοιδή.
Odyssey 8.579-80