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The Way of the Cross
tied, and they run along there as they can.
They’re tied up so that they won’t get run over by the relief cars that come swiftly along.
How moving and how instant in its appeal is this enormous and silent procession! How it grips one’s heart! The procession moving no one knows whither.
Into the unknown.
Silently, above all.
The over-wearied horses do not shy when motor-cars pass them. They do not even prick up their ears.
And the dogs don’t bark.
The people in the carts do not talk.
—They have said all they’ve got to say.
They move like grey shadows, like the dead.
The peasant women are silent.
Even the children do not cry.
