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Ernesto'nun Dağları

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“Sometimes I think the War is harder on parents than on soldiers," said Pritchard. Gaunt could tell he was lying, but Gaunt would have lied too, if he had thought of it. Instead, all he could think of was No Man's Land at night, when the star shells lit it up, and it seemed to contain the world. The steak and champagne disgusted him. The fine china and silverware were sticky with something intangible, something fouler than the mud of the trenches. Next to him, Pritchard dropped his fork with a clatter. Gaunt still knew the names of all the men in his company. Where would they see tonight? How many were left alive ?”

“As they approached the cantina one of the men from inside appeared in the doorway like a bloody apparition. he had been scalped and the blood was all run down into his eyes and he was holding shut a huge hole in this chest where a pink froth breathed in and out. One of the citizens laid a hand on his shoulder. A dónde vas? he said. A casa, said the man.”

“The world of politics is utterly foreign to me: it is tedious to me to hear of marches and revolutions, of debates and state measures. I can never read a newspaper without boredom: all this to us is something so transitory, so temporary, and also so utterly, essentially alien. There are other fields in which I understand myself to be the king; so why should I set out unsummoned, like a ten-penny moralist, to interfere in affairs with which providence has charged those administrations which are chosen to bear such heavy burdens? Comment by a spluttering old colonel: 'I don't understand people who laugh when countries are shedding their blood and who don't see what's happening in front of them ... But perhaps genius us entitled to do that.”

“I took a walk along the historic coast of Normandy in the country of France. It was a lovely day for strolling along the seashore. Men were sleeping on the sand, some of them sleeping forever. Men were floating in the water, but they didn’t know they were in the water, for they were dead. The water was full of squishy little jellyfish about the size of your hand. Millions of them. In the center each of them had a green design exactly like a four-leaf clover. The good-luck emblem. Sure. Hell yes.”

“The consequences of the 1918 armistice that became the 1919 Treaty of Versailles slammed into the last century like a hurricane making landfall at high tide, pushing ever more violent waters up the rivers of history, transforming streams into raging cataracts and covering the global landscape with an ever-rising flood. Looking back over the last hundred years and seeing the fervent desire for war and the sadistic means in which armies murdered their way to bitter victory, we have to grimly conclude that the Great War never ended. The nightmare continued.”