Second, consider the quality of the religious literature!  These people are always telling us that the English translated Bible is sufficient training for anyone in noble and appropriate diction; and so it is.  Why, then, are they not trained?  They are always telling us that Bunyan, the rude Midland tinker, is as much worth reading as Chaucer or Spenser; and so he is.  Why, then, have they not read him?  I cannot believe that anyone who had seen, even in a nightmare of the nursery, Apollyon straddling over the whole breadth of the way could really write like that about a cigarette.  By the help of God, they wanted this cigarette business stopped.  Therefore, with angels and archangels and the whole company of Heaven, with St. Michael, smiter of Satan and Captain of the Chivalry of God, with all the ardour of the seraphs and the flaming patience of the saints, we will have this cigarette business stopped.  Where has all the tradition of the great religious literatures gone to that a man should come on such a bathos with such a bump?

Thirdly, of course, there is the lack of imaginative proportion, which rises into a sort of towering blasphemy.  An enormous number of live young men are being hurt by shells, hurt by bullets, hurt by fever and hunger and horror of hope deferred; hurt by lance blades and sword blades and bayonet blades breaking into the bloody house of life.  But Mr. Price (I think that’s his name) is still anxious that they should not be hurt by cigarettes.  That is the sort of maniacal isolation that can be found in the deserts of Bromley.  That cigarettes are bad for the health is a very tenable opinion to which the minister is quite entitled.  If he happens to think that the youth of Bromley smoke too many cigarettes, and that he has any influence in urging on them the unhealthiness of the habit, I should not blame him if he gave sermons or lectures about it (with magic-lantern slides), so long as it was in Bromley and about Bromley.  Cigarettes may be bad for the health:  bombs and bayonets and even barbed wire are not good for the health.  I never met a doctor who recommended any of them.  But the trouble with this sort of man is that he cannot adjust himself to the scale of things.  He would do very good service if he would go among the rich aristocratic ladies and tell them not to take drugs in a chronic sense, as people take opium in China.  But he would be doing very bad service if he were to go among the doctors and nurses on the field and tell them not to give drugs, as they give morphia in a hospital.  But it is the whole hypothesis of war, it is its very nature and first principle, that the man in the trench is almost as much a suffering and abnormal person as the man in the hospital.  Hit or unhit, conqueror or conquered, he is, by nature of the case, having less pleasure than is proper and natural to a man.