I listened last night, at a dinner given to Philip Gibbs on his return from the front, to the most impressive and moving description from him of what the war really means, that I have heard. Even an audience of hardened politicians and journalists were strongly affected. If people really knew, the war would be stopped tomorrow. But of course they don't know, and can't know. The correspondents don't write and the censorship wouldn't pass the truth. What they do send is not the war, but just a pretty picture of the war with everybody doing gallant deeds. The thing is horrible and beyond human nature to bear and I feel I can't go on with this bloody business.


In a private conversation, as quoted by C. P. Scott in his diary (27 December 1917)


I listened last night, at a dinner given to Philip Gibbs on his return from the front, to the most impressive and moving description from him of what ...

I listened last night, at a dinner given to Philip Gibbs on his return from the front, to the most impressive and moving description from him of what ...

I listened last night, at a dinner given to Philip Gibbs on his return from the front, to the most impressive and moving description from him of what ...

I listened last night, at a dinner given to Philip Gibbs on his return from the front, to the most impressive and moving description from him of what ...