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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... heard from St Paul's , Knightsbridge till Evensong when the drapes were opened and the sunlight and the singing poured across the terrace . Downstairs in the Ministry of Scientific Information everyone had mercifully departed for the ...
... heard from St Paul's , Knightsbridge till Evensong when the drapes were opened and the sunlight and the singing poured across the terrace . Downstairs in the Ministry of Scientific Information everyone had mercifully departed for the ...
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... heard somebody walking and I thought it might be Lady Sorrel so I got up to see . I was thinking that if I followed her into Robert Ross's room I could blow out the candles and tell him how sorry I am for what I did . I shall always ...
... heard somebody walking and I thought it might be Lady Sorrel so I got up to see . I was thinking that if I followed her into Robert Ross's room I could blow out the candles and tell him how sorry I am for what I did . I shall always ...
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... heard him going down the stairs . Then he heard him in the courtyard and went to the win- dow to watch . He wished that Poole would wave - but he didn't . He went away and disappeared in the crowd . - Robert sat on the mutilated ...
... heard him going down the stairs . Then he heard him in the courtyard and went to the win- dow to watch . He wished that Poole would wave - but he didn't . He went away and disappeared in the crowd . - Robert sat on the mutilated ...
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