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ceased to be the only choice, the horned dilemma. A third way opened: the life of devoted action-clear, progressive thought, framing a really lasting peace. Everyone of intelligence was wanted now, and there could be complete accord and understanding with the dear old Church, which, after all, was doing its bit, and far from a little bit, by keeping up morale and keeping war aims high.
But that was only during the "waiting war," while one sighed vicariously for poor Poland, read all about concentration camps-as a duty to keep the edge of one's resolution whetted-and, when one went to town, carried, with a sense of humorous seriousness, one's little neatly satcheled gasmask. Month by month one became acclimatized to the war. It was clear this war was going to be a repetition of the last. The poor Poles were obviously unready. The West would, however, be rigid. Jokes about the blitz that failed to burst were cliches.
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