'I cannot explain. There are things that I can't make clear, because you are wilfully blind to all that I believe in. For what do you imagine we are fighting this great war, if it is not to reestablish the belief in love as the guiding principle of life?' Laird shook his head. 'We are fighting to redress a balance, which was in danger of being lost.' 'The balance of power?' 'Heavens! - no! The balance of philosophy.' Pierson smiled. 'That sounds very clever, George; but again, I don't follow you.' 'The balance between the sayings: 'Might is Right,' and 'Right is Might.' They're both half-truth, but the first was beating the other out of the field. All the rest of it is cant, you know. And by the way, sir, your Church is solid for punishment of the evildoer. Where's mercy there? Either its God is not merciful, or else it doesn't believe in its God.

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