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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... came in with a woman Robert recognized as Lady Barbara d'Orsey . It was she who'd been laughing but when she came around the corner , the laughter stopped . Her arms were filled with freesia . There was snow in her hair . Her 106.
... came in with a woman Robert recognized as Lady Barbara d'Orsey . It was she who'd been laughing but when she came around the corner , the laughter stopped . Her arms were filled with freesia . There was snow in her hair . Her 106.
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... freesia . Emanations . There they are on the mantle . And she was like that cold white vase and never said a word . She stood and watched them dying like a stone . Ariadne and Dionysus . Well - it's not a bad analogy . Yes ? Deserted by ...
... freesia . Emanations . There they are on the mantle . And she was like that cold white vase and never said a word . She stood and watched them dying like a stone . Ariadne and Dionysus . Well - it's not a bad analogy . Yes ? Deserted by ...
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... freesia on the mantelpiece . There is sometimes thunder on these tapes and one of them records , in the background , the progress of a wedding that took place across the road on the morning of the Saturday . On the Sunday the windows ...
... freesia on the mantelpiece . There is sometimes thunder on these tapes and one of them records , in the background , the progress of a wedding that took place across the road on the morning of the Saturday . On the Sunday the windows ...
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