“Here there are no folds in the fields, only wide open plains, scarcely a hill in sight. And instead of church towers they have spires that thrust themselves skywards like a child putting his hand up in class, longing to be noticed. But God, if there is one, notices nothing here. He has long since abandoned this place and all of us who live in it.” SadnessMelancholyWorld War OneMelancholicThomas Peaceful Book:Private Peaceful Source: Private Peaceful