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“I think we reminded them of what peace was like, we boys of sixteen. We were registered with no draft board, we had taken no physical examinations. No one had ever tested us for hernia or color blindness. Trick knees and punctured eardrums were minor complaints and not yet disabilities which would separate a few from the fate of the rest. We were careless and wild, and I suppose we could be thought of as a sign of the life the war was being fought to preserve. Anyway, they were more indulgent toward us than at any other time; they snapped at the heels of seniors, driving and molding and arming them for the war. They noticed our games tolerantly. We reminded them of what peace was like, of lives which were not bound up with destruction.”

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Book:A Separate Peace
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A Separate Peace

Herman Wouk's 'A Separate Peace' explores themes of friendship, rivalry, and the complexities of human nature through the lens of a transformative summer at an East Coast prep school. The narrative follows the lives of two boys, Gene and Finny, as they navigate the challenges of adolescence and the onset of war. more

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John Knowles
John Knowles

John Knowles was an American novelist born on September 16, 1926, and passed away on November 29, 2001. Known for his profound psychological portrayals and insights into American social issues, his works include the classic novel 'A Separate Peace'. more

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