The daily Nome industrial worker., 1918-03-25
Not that we love less, but we love liberty more
''THIS IS YOUR HOUR AND THE POWER OF DARKNESS"

The intelligent reader of Mir. Lloyd Georges speech in Gerys Inn will quickly arrive at one interpretation of it. Be it's argument good or bad its mentality is clear It is the ut terance of a man who has no belief in an early end of the war. Lord Cruzon recently described MT. George as an "optimist." But an optimist who declares the enemy's defense in the chief military theatre to be i'm penetrable," and regards our action against him as essentially one of de- fense, while he calls for an army of manoeuvre" to play on some new un- unspecified point of the vast battle field, ranges over a wide space of time, and sees, or thinks he sees a sweep ing solution of policy. The journey is long: MT. George chooses one com panion for it. Force and force alone, is to be the solvent Ideas he waves TlSl'i1 tiIG HUI tl llOIlOlS, SUCH JS disarmament" "arbitration", the Lea sue of Nations" with the merely prudential ones, such as the search for security" It would follow as Lord Buckmaster argues Gin the Star of December 1D, that even if We could get the terms we want today, We
 
 them. We are not even to restate our conditions of peace, though the secret treaties reduced the war to a game of grab, and abolished the clear moral distinction which existed between the Germans and the Allies of 1914. Till the military issue declares itself, all these things are irrevelant, and the nations must nerve themselves to en- dure not only famine of bread that ' words of the Lord" Through autocracy and democracy are supposed to be at stife. and their thoughts to la as far apart as light from dark ness, both issue the same order of the day, and employ the same power of authoity and influence, military and civil, to enforce it. "Silence."
 The power of darkness has fallen on the world, while it has never ceased to discuss the original causes of it's disagreement, finds itself increasing ly deprived of all unofficial means of { ttlng it. Its press, the peculiar cIlld of it's character, is no more than ;t machine for alresting the normal exchange of thought and information. Swift and free world travel is al- most it's invention; it has ceased h. ternational trade moves in an ever narrowing pathwhy between the mines destroyed the Victorian poets unhappy picture of society in which men "sit and hear each other groan." Men groan indeed; but they neither hear the voice of suffering nor could they relieve it if they did It is computed that fifteen million people have al ready been killed in the war
 Russia puts her own loss at five mil lion. But these are casual computa- tons. The suffering of vast tracts of Eastern Europe and Asia gre almost entirely hidden from our eyes The American Commission, which was al- lowed to visit certain districts of Po- land, declared that they were bare of that is to say. of those born during the war or shortly before it. We shall never know the story of the Armenian nassacres, and it may take genera tlons to restore the populations of nearer Asia to the modest ievcl they had attained in 1914. Tho same ne science veils the myriad acts Of in- 6iyidual suffering The physical agony of q single soldier whoh as been badly lcunied by shraplcl cannot be ima- gined even by tho woman who loves him best: yet we must multiply it many millionfold if we are to make even amental calculation of the mass of avoidable pain (to say nothing of disease and mental distress) which the war has caused in the fighting armies alone. Yet man, as his poetry, sciences.