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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... cigarette and used her toe to squash it out - grinding and twisting it into the tiles until it was just a mess of juice and paper , torn beyond recognition . For a moment she looked at what she'd done and then , without looking up , she ...
... cigarette and used her toe to squash it out - grinding and twisting it into the tiles until it was just a mess of juice and paper , torn beyond recognition . For a moment she looked at what she'd done and then , without looking up , she ...
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... cigarette and throws back her head in order to see you through the sunlight . “ All I ask , ” she says , fitting the cigarette into a holder , " is that you don't call me Juli - et . I cannot abide Juli - et . It maddens me ! " " Yes ...
... cigarette and throws back her head in order to see you through the sunlight . “ All I ask , ” she says , fitting the cigarette into a holder , " is that you don't call me Juli - et . I cannot abide Juli - et . It maddens me ! " " Yes ...
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... cigarettes and a lot of gin . The gin has no effect whatsoever on her speech or her clarity of mind . It is simply one of her foods . She sits with her hip against one side of the chair , leaning towards the other side , smoking one ...
... cigarettes and a lot of gin . The gin has no effect whatsoever on her speech or her clarity of mind . It is simply one of her foods . She sits with her hip against one side of the chair , leaning towards the other side , smoking one ...
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