Omne ignotum pro magnifico.
There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things — things like the truth. So sadness, in our ignorance, is very real. The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are even tiny ducts — tear ducts — to produce these tears should the sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes — then we ask: "Will this sadness which makes me cry — will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out — will it ever end?" The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end.
— This hateful war.
— Yes, I suppose it is. And yet there's — I don't know — a certain amount of excitement about it too. Round the corner of every second, the fascination of the unknown. We're both facing it, this instance.
— No, we face the unknown in peacetime too.
— You're rather matter-of-fact, aren't you?
— Yes. You're rather romantic, aren't you?