And you could deliver your messages, too. The enemy's command might try
to keep the contents of your Press from reaching his troops. But, thanks
to the aeroplane, you can circularize the enemy's troops almost as
easily as traders can canvass custom at home. You can flood his front
line with leaflets, speeches, promises, rumours, and caricatures. You
can megaphone to it. Only in recent years has human ingenuity thought of
converting the older and tamer form of political strife into the
pandemonic "stunt" of a "whirlwind election." Shall war not have her
whirlwind canvasses no less renowned than those of peace? Some rather
shame-faced passages of love there have been between us and the Rumour
of Shakespeare, the person "painted full of tongues," who "stuffs the
ears of men with false reports," to the advantage of her wooers. Why not
espouse the good lady right out? Make an honest woman of her?
VI
Perhaps you would shrink back. Perhaps at any rate you do so now, when
for the moment this great implement is not being offered to you, to take
or leave, at an instant crisis of your country's fate. You feel that
even in such a case you would stand loftily aloof in your cold purity?
You would disclaim as a low, unknightly business the uttering of such
base coinage as cooked news, whatever your proud chastity may cost
anyone else? Or arrive, perhaps, at the same result by a different
route, and make out to yourself that really it pays, in the end, to be
decent; that clean chivalry is a good investment at bottom, and that a
nation of Galahads and Bayards is sure to come out on top, on the canny
reckoning that the body housing a pure heart has got the strength of
ten? That is one possible course. And the other is to accept, with all
that it implies, the doctrine that there is one morality for peace and
another morality for war; that just as in war you may with the clearest
conscience stab a man in the back, or kick him in the bowels, in spite
of all the sportsmanship you learnt at school, so you may stainlessly
carry deception to lengths which in peace would get you blackballed at a
club and cut by your friends.
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