A limbless, faceless man left with only his thoughts, suffering because of naive altruistic decisions he made and the deceptive ones made for him.
It's an angry, almost choking, book. Reflecting on the millions that died in WW1, published just as WW2 was beginning in Europe. I am no soldier, I know little of sacrifice, but I feel that the "liberty" I live in is calculated by people with a design in mind that feels more like control than freedom.
A following section of the book goes:
"Tell us how much better a decent dead man feels than an indecent live one. Make a comparison there in facts like houses and tables. Make it in words we can understand"
The protagonist is reacting to the way propaganda uses vague language and concepts ("liberty" and "freedom," for example), which can mean so many things that they're basically meaningless. He is saying that if the "big guys" want people like him to go to war for them, they should at least tell them specifically what they're fighting for. If the big guys just want money and power, they should tell the little guys that they're dying and getting maimed so that the big guys can make more money; they shouldn't use vague concepts like "liberty" to pull the wool over the little guys' eyes. That's what he means when he says that the big guy should use "words we can understand."
Hugo - It's an Anti-War book... the rhetoric is bound to be grand.