A clamor booms in my temples and then thunders like the guns in my ears; it overflows me,--I drown in that cry---- "It must be! It has to be! You shall _not_ know!" That is the war-cry, that is the cry of war.
* * * * * * War will come again after this one.

It will come again as long as it can be determined by people other than those who fight.

The same causes will produce the same effects, and the living will have to give up all hope.
We cannot say out of what historical conjunctions the final tempests will issue, nor by what fancy names the interchangeable ideals imposed on men will be known in that moment.

But the cause--that will perhaps everywhere be fear of the nations' real freedom.

What we do know is that the tempests will come.
Armaments will increase every year amid dizzy enthusiasm.