AUGUSTUS. This is too silly for anything. This town wants waking up. I made the best recruiting speech I ever made in my life; and not a man joined. THE CLERK. What did you expect? You told them our gallant fellows is falling at the rate of a thousand a day in the big push. Dying for Little Pifflington, you says. Come and take their places, you says. That ain't the way to recruit. AUGUSTUS. But I expressly told them their widows would have pensions. THE CLERK. I heard you. Would have been all right if it had been the widows you wanted to get round. AUGUSTUS [rising angrily]. This town is inhabited by dastards. I say it with a full sense of responsibility, DASTARDS! They call themselves Englishmen; and they are afraid to fight. THE CLERK. Afraid to fight! You should see them on a Saturday night. AUGUSTUS. Yes, they fight one another; but they won't fight the Germans. THE CLERK. They got grudges again one another: how can they have grudges again the Huns that they never saw? They've no imagination: that's what it is. Bring the Huns here; and they'll quarrel with them fast enough. AUGUSTUS [returning to his seat with a grunt of disgust]. Mf! They'll have them here if they're not careful. [Seated.] Have you carried out my orders about the war saving? THE CLERK. Yes. AUGUSTUS. The allowance of petrol has been reduced by three quarters? THE CLERK. It has. AUGUSTUS. And you have told the motor-car people to come here and arrange to start munition work now that their motor business is stopped? THE CLERK. It ain't stopped. They're busier than ever. AUGUSTUS. Busy at what? THE CLERK. Making small cars. AUGUSTUS. NEW cars! THE CLERK. The old cars only do twelve miles to the gallon. Everybody has to have a car that will do thirty-five now. AUGUSTUS. Can't they take the train? THE CLERK. There ain't no trains now. They've tore up the rails and sent them to the front. AUGUSTUS. Psha! THE CLERK. Well, we have to get about somehow. AUGUSTUS. This is perfectly monstrous. Not in the least what I intended. THE CLERK. Hell-- AUGUSTUS. Sir! THE CLERK [explaining]. Hell, they says, is paved with good intentions. AUGUSTUS [springing to his feet]. Do you mean to insinuate that hell is paved with MY good intentions--with the good intentions of His Majesty's Government? THE CLERK. I don't mean to insinuate anything until the Defence of the Realm Act is repealed. It ain't safe. AUGUSTUS. They told me that this town had set an example to all England in the matter of economy. I came down here to promise the Mayor a knighthood for his exertions. THE CLERK. The Mayor! Where do I come in? AUGUSTUS. You don't come in. You go out. This is a fool of a place. I'm greatly disappointed. Deeply disappointed. [Flinging himself back into his chair.] Disgusted. THE CLERK. What more can we do? We've shut up everything. The picture gallery is shut. The museum is shut. The theatres and picture shows is shut: I haven't seen a movie picture for six months.