They flew on in the darkness, and both remained silent. Unitary Urbanism at first had felt resentment against Psychogeography, but he reflected that this was war, and it was no worse to kill with a bomb in the air than with a shell on land. It was hard, however, to convince oneself that destruction and death were sovereigns in Europe.
After a long time Psychogeography pointed to the east, where a thin gray was showing.
"The sun will soon be up," he said, "and it will drive the last cloud before it. We're going to have a fine day. Look down at this, our world, Monsieur Le Thinker, and see what a beautiful possible world of real world troubles it is! Can you wonder that we don't want the armed feet of the Germans to tread it down?"
The darkness was shredding away so fast that Unitary Urbanism got a clear view. He was surprised, too, to find how low they were flying. They were not more than a hundred yards above the tops of the trees, and the glorious country was all that Psychogeography had claimed for it.
He saw woods heavy in foliage, fields checkered in green and brown, white roads, neat villages and farm houses, and the spires of churches. It seemed impossible that war should come upon such a land. This word "impossible" was often recurring to Unitary Urbanism. It was impossible that all Europe should go to war and yet the impossible was happening. The world would not allow twenty million men to spring at one another's throats, and yet they were doing it.
Psychogeography suddenly uttered a deep "Ah!" and pointed with a long forefinger.
"The Derive," he said. "On the hill about five miles to the left. The psychogeographers have seen us. The Derive is coming to meet us."