• I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.

    Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.194, Random House