Why, they can't even shoot! It's just the
balance of power and all that foolery keeps this country a roadless
wilderness. Good God, how I tire of it! These men who swagger and
stink, their brawling dogs, their greasy priests and dervishes, the
down-at-heel soldiers, the bribery and robbery, the cheating over
the money. . . ."
He slipped off the parapet, too impatient to sit any longer, and
began to pace up and down in the road.
"One marvels that no one comes to clear up this country, one itches
to be at the job, and then one realizes that before one can begin
here, one must get to work back there, where the fools and pedants
of WELT POLITIK scheme mischief one against another. This country
frets me. I can't see any fun in it, can't see the humour of it.
And the people away there know no better than to play off tribe
against tribe, sect against sect, one peasant prejudice against
another. Over this pass the foolery grows grimmer and viler. We
shall come to where the Servian plots against the Bulgarian and the
Greek against both, and the Turk, with spasmodic massacres and
indulgences, broods over the brew.
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