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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... voice came back from the fog . " Don't move , " it said . " All right , " said Robert . His voice thickened . Poole stopped shivering . " What can be wrong ? " he whis- pered . " We'll soon find out , " said Robert . Each turned to ...
... voice came back from the fog . " Don't move , " it said . " All right , " said Robert . His voice thickened . Poole stopped shivering . " What can be wrong ? " he whis- pered . " We'll soon find out , " said Robert . Each turned to ...
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... voice . Nothing was left of him , you know . Nothing but nerves and pain and his mind . No voice — no flesh . Nothing . Just his self . Later , as you'll see , this forms a sort of pattern . . . well definite pattern . Barbara standing ...
... voice . Nothing was left of him , you know . Nothing but nerves and pain and his mind . No voice — no flesh . Nothing . Just his self . Later , as you'll see , this forms a sort of pattern . . . well definite pattern . Barbara standing ...
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... voice . As already stated , she is now in her seventies and a very large portion of her diet consists of gin and cigarettes . The voice , at times , sails off in what can only be described as song and its resonance causes the crystals ...
... voice . As already stated , she is now in her seventies and a very large portion of her diet consists of gin and cigarettes . The voice , at times , sails off in what can only be described as song and its resonance causes the crystals ...
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