Complaints about reality are immature.

“Here was an unknown quantity-a child in breeches with a blue scarf wound around…”

“Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunda…”

“... too much brooding, not enough doing.”

“Me?" said Bragg. "I'm not alive. Revived, from time to time - maybe. but not al…”