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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... toad . We were all there together , you see . It was a popular hedge , just at that moment . ” Robert smiled at the thought of Rodwell under a hedge . " Are you a botanist , sir ? " he asked . " Well , no , " said Rodwell . " Not in the ...
... toad . We were all there together , you see . It was a popular hedge , just at that moment . ” Robert smiled at the thought of Rodwell under a hedge . " Are you a botanist , sir ? " he asked . " Well , no , " said Rodwell . " Not in the ...
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Timothy Findley. feeding the toad . They were two of a kind . Robert rolled over . He wanted desperately to sleep but his eyes wouldn't close . Levitt said : " Clausewitz says an excess of artillery leads to a passive character in war ...
Timothy Findley. feeding the toad . They were two of a kind . Robert rolled over . He wanted desperately to sleep but his eyes wouldn't close . Levitt said : " Clausewitz says an excess of artillery leads to a passive character in war ...
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... toad . Robert smiled . He leafed through the pages . There were birds and mice . The rabbit and the hedgehog . More ... toad be- neath a hedge . Here , there was at least the promise of green . The toad at once had begun to burrow into ...
... toad . Robert smiled . He leafed through the pages . There were birds and mice . The rabbit and the hedgehog . More ... toad be- neath a hedge . Here , there was at least the promise of green . The toad at once had begun to burrow into ...
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