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If he broke up with me and I didn't want to, I spend a day or two getting drunk, eating garbage, and have a bitch-fest with my friends. Then I pull myself up by the seat of my pants, realize that HE'S the one who messed up and get back on with my life. Dating other guys doesn't usually happen for a bit longer... it's hard putting yourself in that position when you've just been burned. If I'm the one that does the breaking up I get drunk once to celebrate, then I go back on the prowl. :-)
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War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.
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