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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... arms hanging over the sides of the tub and the only sound was the dripping of the taps and the plash of a washcloth sliding into the water like some- thing from the sea - afraid . Mrs Ross- closing the toilet seat sat down . She used ...
... arms hanging over the sides of the tub and the only sound was the dripping of the taps and the plash of a washcloth sliding into the water like some- thing from the sea - afraid . Mrs Ross- closing the toilet seat sat down . She used ...
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... arms , like horses ' tails . It caught round my neck and I thought I couldn't breathe - that I was going to drown and die . Until I began to swim again — and once I began to swim again I realized the kelp was coming with me . See ? In ...
... arms , like horses ' tails . It caught round my neck and I thought I couldn't breathe - that I was going to drown and die . Until I began to swim again — and once I began to swim again I realized the kelp was coming with me . See ? In ...
Page 149
... arms dangling down . The shot that had killed him rang around and around the crater like a marble in a bowl . Robert thought it would never stop . He scrambled for the brink only in order to escape it and Bates had to pull him over the ...
... arms dangling down . The shot that had killed him rang around and around the crater like a marble in a bowl . Robert thought it would never stop . He scrambled for the brink only in order to escape it and Bates had to pull him over the ...
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