May 22, 2003
by Rebecca Solnit
On January 18, 1915, six months into the first world war, the first terrible
war in the modern sense -- slaughter by the hundreds of thousands, poison gas,
men living and dying in the open graves of trench warfare, tanks, barbed wire,
machine guns, airplanes -- Virginia Woolf wrote in her journal, "The future
is dark, which is on the whole, the best thing the future can be, I think."
Dark, she seems to say, as in inscrutable, not as in terrible. We often mistake