"In the past few days they had talked of everything in the world. Gordon had learned his friend's ideas about the war and its effect on people's thinking. Zhivago had told him how hard he found it to accept the ruthless logic of mutual extermination, to get used to the sight of the wounded, especially to the horrow of certain wounds of a new sort, to the mutilation of survivors whome the technique of modern fighting had turned into lumps of disfigured flesh. "