As can be evinced by the lack of posts for so many days (for any of you who actu­ally noticed), my lit­tle, bro­ken, over­worked brain has stopped work­ing (the change was barely noticable).

Thud! by Terry Pratchett

‘War, Nobby. Huh! What good is it for?’ he said.
’Dunno, sarge. Free­ing slaves, maybe?‘
’Absol– Well, okay.‘
’Defend­ing your­self from a total­i­tar­ian agres­sor?‘
’All right, I’ll grant you that, but–‘
’Sav­ing civil­i­sa­tion against a horde of–‘
’It doesn’t do any good in the long run is what I’m say­ing, Nobby, if you’d lis­ten for five sec­onds together,’ said Fred Colon sharply.
’Yeah, but in the long run what does, sarge?’