Why, why, why, why do we let these women bleed us to death?
Have you ever had a letter, and on it is franked "Please Give
Your Blood Generously"? Well, the Postmaster-General does that,
on behalf of all the women of the world. I suppose people of
our generation aren't able to die for good causes any longer.
We had all that done for us, in the thirties and the forties,
when we were still kids. There aren't any good, brave causes
left. If the big bang does come, and we all get killed off,
it won't be in aid of the old-fashioned, grand design. It'll
just be for the Brave New-nothing-very-much-thank-you. About
as pointless and inglorious as stepping in front of the bus.
No, there's nothing left for it, me boy, but to let yourself
be butchered by the women.
John Osborne, Look Back in Anger, 1957
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