“…Look, Lieutenant, we’ve conquered half the world. We must police it for a while. You know that.”
“But the other half?” Tonder asked.
“They will fight on hopelessly for a while,” said Loft.
“Then we must be spread out all over.”
“For a while,” said Loft.
Prackle said nervously, “I wish you’d make him shut up. I wish you would shut him up. Make him stop it.”
—John Steinbeck, The Moon Is Down