From stettin in the baltic to trieste in the atlantic, an iron curtain has descended across the continent. behind the line lie all the capitals of the ancient states of central and eastern europe... all these famous cities and the populations around them lie in what i must call the soviet sphere, and all are subject in one form or another, not only to soviet influence but to a very high and, in many cases, increasing measure of control from moscow.
We are with europe, but not of it. we are linked, but not comprised. we are interested and associated, but not absorbed. and should european statesmen address us in the words which were used of old — shall i speak for thee to the king or the captain of the host? — we should reply with the shunamite woman: nay, sir, for we dwell among our own people.
I was much an enemy to monarchies before i came to europe. i am ten thousand times more so, since i have seen what they are. there is scarcely an evil known in these countries, which may not be traced to their king, as its source, nor a good, which is not derived from the small fibres of republicanism existing among them.
Many other such substitutes for war will be discovered, but perhaps precisely thereby it will become more and more obvious that such a highly cultivated and therefore necessarily enfeebled humanity as that of modern europe not only needs wars, but the greatest and most terrible wars, consequently occasional relapses into barbarism, lest, by the means of culture, it should lose its culture and its very existence.