Sanders: Oh Brown, I implore you to listen. Has your whole life been so filled with filthy, treacherous brawling and lust. And here and now, perhaps close to your death, the only thing for you to do is live it all over again in your mind.... But Brown, Brown, you’re a gentleman, you’ve got breeding. You must have faith.
Brown: Why?
Sanders: Why? Why in heaven’s name man, what do you believe in?
Brown: What do I believe in? Would it really interest you? Oh, a lot of things. A good horse. Steak and kidney pudding. A fellow named George Brown. The asinine futility of this war. Being frightened. Being drunk enough to be brave and brave enough to be drunk. The feel of the sea when you swim. The taste and strength of wine. The love of innocent woman. [angrily] The splendid and unspeakable joy of killing Arabs. The smell of incense and bacon. The weight of a fist. An old pair of shoes. A toothache. Triumph.
—Dudley Nichols (1895–1960)
It is better to be kind at home than to burn incense in a far place.
—Chinese proverb.
Here the sausage and garlic booth
Sent unholy incense skyward;
There a quivering female-thing
Gestured assignations, and lied
To call it dancing;
—Anne Spencer (1882–1975)