Eleanor of Aquitaine: Of course
he has a knife. He's always has a knife. We all have knives. It's 1183 and we're barbarians. How
clear we make it.
Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war -- not history's
forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor
religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing.
are the killers.
We breed wars.
We carry it like syphilis inside.
Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten.
For the love of God can't we love one another just a little?
We have so much to love each other for.
We have such
possibilities, my children.
We could change the world.