The WarsClarke, Irwin, 1977 - 226 pages In 1915, Robert Ross, a young Canadian, enlists in the army as an officer. His experiences of life in a training camp, of the trenches in Europe, and with death, are vividly told. Some strong language amd explicit descriptions of sex. Winner of the 1977 Governor General's Award for Fiction. 1977. |
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Timothy Findley. Robert thought when the coyote had finished he would go down himself and maybe even swim . He hadn't been swimming in such a long time he couldn't remember when or where it had been , though it must have been last summer ...
Timothy Findley. Robert thought when the coyote had finished he would go down himself and maybe even swim . He hadn't been swimming in such a long time he couldn't remember when or where it had been , though it must have been last summer ...
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... Robert knew it was French because he recognized that vaches were cows . But ... thought if he could identify himself , it might explain his innocence . So ... Robert - sneered — and re- peated : " maudit anglais . " Then he picked up his ...
... Robert knew it was French because he recognized that vaches were cows . But ... thought if he could identify himself , it might explain his innocence . So ... Robert - sneered — and re- peated : " maudit anglais . " Then he picked up his ...
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... think ? Robert thought about it . The sea , he said . But the sea was too far . Barbara decided on a compromise . They would take the ashes to Greenwich and scatter them on the river . The river is mar- vellous there and wide and the ...
... think ? Robert thought about it . The sea , he said . But the sea was too far . Barbara decided on a compromise . They would take the ashes to Greenwich and scatter them on the river . The river is mar- vellous there and wide and the ...
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