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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... hair in her mouth . She brushes it aside and turns the page . You lay the fiery image back in your mind and let it rest . You know it will obtrude again and again until you find its meaning - - · here . ― A Band is assembled on the Band ...
... hair in her mouth . She brushes it aside and turns the page . You lay the fiery image back in your mind and let it rest . You know it will obtrude again and again until you find its meaning - - · here . ― A Band is assembled on the Band ...
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... hair . She dropped a lot of pins on the floor and couldn't see herself in the mirror . She decided to put on a large fur hat that would cover her head and hide the fact that she could not fix her hair the way she wanted to . Then she ...
... hair . She dropped a lot of pins on the floor and couldn't see herself in the mirror . She decided to put on a large fur hat that would cover her head and hide the fact that she could not fix her hair the way she wanted to . Then she ...
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... hair was full of fleas but fleas were not so bad as lice . You could drown the fleas when you washed your hair and make a sieve of your fingers and scoop the corpses into the slop pail . You were given a bottle of strong , green liquid ...
... hair was full of fleas but fleas were not so bad as lice . You could drown the fleas when you washed your hair and make a sieve of your fingers and scoop the corpses into the slop pail . You were given a bottle of strong , green liquid ...
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