'That's all my eye and Betty Martin,' he says.

And I says to myself, that's the blinking limit, that is.

Now, then, tell me, you.

When the war began, why didn't there begin full justice for every one, seeing they could have done it and seeing no one wouldn't have raised no objection just then.

Why is it all just the contrary?
And don't believe it's only what's happened to me, but there's big business men, they say, all of a sudden making a hundred francs a day extra because of the murdering, and them young men an' all, and a lot of toffed-up shirkers at the rear that's ten times stronger than this pack of half-dead Territorials that they haven't sent home even this morning yet, and they have beanos in the towns with their Totties and their jewels and champagne, like what Jusserand tells us!" I replied that complete justice was impossible, that we had to look at the great mass of things generally.