?I?m blessed,? said old Anthony, truculently, ?if I understand what
has come over this country, anyhow. What is different? We?ve had a war.
We?ve had other wars, and we didn?t think it necessary to change the
Constitution after them. But everything that was right before this
war is wrong after it. Lot of young idiots coming back and refusing to
settle down. Set of young Bolshevists!? ?So I presume,? observed old Anthony. ?Owing, however, to your mother?s
determination to shroud this room in impenetrable gloom, I can only
presume. I cannot see you.?