The first time that I was ever in bed with her ... we heard suddenly a shout of bestial triumph in the street. I leapt (= leaped) out of bed and saw a Zeppelin falling in flames. The thought of brave men dying in agony was what caused the triumph in the street. Colette's love was in that moment a refuge to me, not from cruelty itself, which was unescapable, but from the agonising pain of realising that that is what men are.
Source: The Autobiography of Bertrand Russell, v.１, chap. 1： The First War, 1968
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