Is there no drama without conflict? I am heartily tired of conflict. Once it begins it breeds, multiplies. It is never satisfied, never resolved, it takes over everything, dominates everything. Justice does not triumph in the end, because the just die or become worn out and withdraw, and the unscrupulous persist and the draw strength from the use of tactics the just may not use and still remain just.
At the same time, it is easier to write about conflict. There are so many forms of it, so many roads to it. The practice of harmonious co-existence is constricted, rigorous—it has the mathematical formality of music without the wild variations that make it interesting.