] Chaos had advanced. The kitchen was a shambles of broken
] glass and china. The dining-room was stripped of parquet,
] the skirting was up, the door had been taken off its
] hinges, and the destroyers had moved up a floor. Streaks
] of light came in through the closed shutters where they
] worked with the seriousness of creators - and
] destruction after all is a form of creation. A kind of
] imagination had seen this house as it had now become.

Graham Greene; The Destructors