Mordred and Agravaine thought Arthur hypocritical — as all decent men must be, if you assume that decency can’t exist. - T. H. White

There is one fairly good reason for fighting - and that is, if the other man starts it. You see, wars are a great wickedness, perhaps the greatest wickedness of a wicked species. They are so wicked that they must not be allowed. When you can be perfectly certain that the other man started them, then is the time when you might have a sort of duty to stop them.

Little child
Who was me once,
My pity on you—
And reverence.If we could meet
Where I once strayed,
The betrayer
And the betrayed.If we could win back
In Time's defiance,
Would you be afeared of me,
Ten-year-old Terence?No, you would not fear.
You would love, trust,
Cherish, admire
This tedious dust.For oh! we were all brimming once
With the sun-sparkled dew.
One heart could have loved this hulk—
The ignorant heart of you.

It is like…I don’t know what. Not like silk. It is more like pouring water, only there is something cloudy about it too. The clouds are made of water, aren’t they? Is it a pale mist, or a winter sea, or a waterfall, or a hayrick in the frost? Yes, it is a hayrick, deep and soft and full of scent.