“There must, by the way, be one considerable advantage in being a child in a war–zone village; no one can attempt to teach it tidiness. The wearisome maxim, ‘A place for everything and everything in its proper place,’ can never be insisted on when a considerable part of the roof is lying in the backyard, when a bedstead from a neighbour’s demolished bedroom is half buried in the beetroot pile, and the chickens are roosting in a derelict meat–safe because a shell has removed the top and sides and front of the chicken–house.”
― ‘The Square Egg’