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  • You may well ask why I write. And yet my reasons are quite many. For it is not unusual in human beings who have witnessed the sack of a city or the falling to pieces of a people to set down what they have witnessed for the benefit of unknown heirs or of generations infinitely remote; or, if you please, just to get the sight out of their heads.

    Ford Madox Ford (1962). “The Bodley Head Ford Madox Ford: The good soldier. Selected memories. Poems”