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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Timothy Findley. and cried aloud . Just once . And this was the only sound they made . Once they were all secured , the hatches were closed and the S.S. Massanabie pulled away from the dock and sat for an hour or more in the middle of ...
Timothy Findley. and cried aloud . Just once . And this was the only sound they made . Once they were all secured , the hatches were closed and the S.S. Massanabie pulled away from the dock and sat for an hour or more in the middle of ...
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... once I began to swim again I realized the kelp was coming with me . See ? In that place there in that element somehow I was safe even from choking . The kelp just slid away - let go of its root and came with me . But once I'd landed on ...
... once I began to swim again I realized the kelp was coming with me . See ? In that place there in that element somehow I was safe even from choking . The kelp just slid away - let go of its root and came with me . But once I'd landed on ...
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... once he was in his pajamas !!! What's the use , sometimes ? He was jolly decent , though . He didn't even smile until she'd gone away . I said : " she's just preoccupied . At teatime , she'll be mortified and make a thousand apologies ...
... once he was in his pajamas !!! What's the use , sometimes ? He was jolly decent , though . He didn't even smile until she'd gone away . I said : " she's just preoccupied . At teatime , she'll be mortified and make a thousand apologies ...
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