Splinters

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Literature is the last thing on our minds today, but literature is how we accommodate today's impossible news.

Certain phrases come to my mind, the words of WH Auden from his poem written in New York on September 1st, 1939.

"Waves of anger and fear

Circulate over the bright

And darkened lands of the earth,

Obsessing our private lives;

The unmentionable odour of death

Offends the September night."

But perhaps more significantly, in light of the probable perpetrators:

"I and the public know

What all schoolchildren learn,

Those to whom evil is done

Do evil in return."