“The armies clashed; claws, teeth, and weapons alike, stubbing and snapping, slashing and pounding.”

“This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.”

“And we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,Where ignorant armies clash by night.”

“Infighting would be stupid, since, y'know, claws and teeth.”

“Clap! Snap! the black crack!Grip, grab! Pinch, nab!And down down to Goblin-town You go, my lad!Clash, crash! Crush, smash!Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!Pound, pound, far underground! Ho, ho! my lad!Swish, smack! Whip crack!Batter and beat! Yammer and bleat!Work, work! Nor dare to shirk,While Goblins quaff, and Goblins laugh,Round and round far underground Below, my lad!”

“It is an odd thing that you can easily get millions of pounds for weapons to destroy life, but it is exceedingly difficult to get thousands for weapons to preserve it.”