At war with Germany - at war with Germany - the silence was so deep that the precise voice might have had the sitting-room to itself. Adam, who was leaning against the mantelpiece, sighed and turned and glanced at the wireless and Peter and I sat motionless on the sofa, hand in hand. The voice carried on with its message but I was no longer listening. It was as if each of us was away in separate worlds, groping hesitantly towards just what meaning those words would have for us.
- From The Past is Myself by Christabel Bielenberg