Our oldest horror, old as it is only by the centimeters and millimeters splitting us from the great carnage that was the first half of the 20th century, may be approaching more swiftly than we have seen before. And with our oldest horror, I mean that the world will end in a gulf of fire and toxic rain, destroying or covering as a blanket of dismay the survivors.
This multitude of emotions is one I feel for the recent, and seemingly unstoppable wave of Ukrainian victories in the territories only so recently claimed for the Russian federation.
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