Every division is subdivided.
There are two sorts of Greek church, Exarchic, Patriarchic, both
teaching by threat and massacre. And there is no one, no one, with
the sense to over-ride all these squalid hostilities. All those
fools away there in London and Vienna and St. Petersburg and Rome
take sides as though these beastly tribes and leagues and
superstitions meant anything but blank, black, damnable ignorance.
One fool stands up for the Catholic Albanians, another finds heroes
in the Servians, another talks of Brave Little Montenegro, or the
Sturdy Bulgarian, or the Heroic Turk. There isn't a religion in the
whole Balkan peninsula, there isn't a tribal or national sentiment
that deserves a moment's respect from a sane man. They're things
like niggers' nose-rings and Chinese secret societies; childish
things, idiot things that have to go. Yet there is no one who will
preach the only possible peace, which is the peace of the world-
state, the open conspiracy of all the sane men in the world against
the things that break us up into wars and futilities.
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