Today I shall call at the Pakistan High Commission somewhere behind Harrods to sign the Book of Condolence. In recent years we have seen so many children dead from our wars that the number of this particular incident fades against those killed in Iraq from car bombs, or in Afghanistan from western drones, or hacked to death as part of the Sudanese oil war. There are two reasons why this latest event is an outrage against civilisation - the first, that the children were the sole targets of the hell-bound spawn rather than merely collateral casualties and secondly that they represent every facet of civilisation so hated by the evil ones.
Peshawar is a British army garrison town frozen in the 1950s - think Colchester. The pink sandstone church is in the perpendicular style, the golf course is there, as is a garrison swimming pool and athletics track, and an area assigned as officers' quarters. Or colony, as the Pakistan army now has it. And of course a garrison school, its uniform little changed from the days in which scions of Indian Army officers scratched their names in the brick. This is the Pakistan that has custody of the Nukes, that sends its offspring to universities in the UK and its subalterns to Sandhurst.
The other Pakistan is a place of dirt-poor villages, rape, incestuous marriages, imams who can neither read nor write, where disabled children born from inbreeding are quietly killed, a place of debt and servitude, of grinding poverty, ignorance and hatred, a place in which twelve year-olds can field-strip an AK74. This is the Pakistan of primitive Islam, of superstition and unenlightened bigotry. Any school teaching more than rote-learning of the Koran is haram. No wonder they shot Malala. No wonder they hate and loathe everything that the Peshawar Public School represents.
There is more than one war embracing the globe. Whilst the Islamic civil war plays out, there is also the war of primitivism against civilisation, typified by those evil spawn of hell in Pakistan, and by Boku Haram in Nigeria. There is no accommodation with such people; they must be destroyed, like smallpox.
And every name written in the Books of Condolence at Pakistani embassies and high commissions across the world is a warrior in the fight of civilisation against the evil darkness.