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"But what will really happen when we go back?" | Müller | ashamed of this absurd idea.<|quote|>"But what will really happen when we go back?"</|quote|>wonders Müller, and even he | say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea.<|quote|>"But what will really happen when we go back?"</|quote|>wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a | we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea.<|quote|>"But what will really happen when we go back?"</|quote|>wonders ... | were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ... | use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all ... | of the Poetic League of Göttingen?" asks Müller suddenly and earnestly. "How many children had Charles the Bald?" I interrupt gently. "You'll never make anything of your life, Bäumer," croaks Müller. "When was the Battle of Zana?" Kropp wants to know. "You lack the studious mind, Kropp, sit down, three minus----" I win... | that's what you are. I've been wanting to tell you that for a long time." The satisfaction of months shines in his dull pig's eyes as he spits out: Dirty hound! Himmelstoss lets fly too, now. "What's that, you muck-rake, you dirty peat-stealer? Stand up there, bring your heels together when your superior officer spea... | God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succeed in life if you don't know that?" I ask Albert hotly. Which he caps with: "What is meant by Cohesion?" We remember mighty little of all that rubbish. Anyway, it has never been the slightest use to us. At school no... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. | No speaker | happen when we go back?"<|quote|>wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug.</|quote|>"I don't know. Let's get | idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?"<|quote|>wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug.</|quote|>"I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find | used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?"<|quote|>wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a ... | knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a g... | the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." ... | and earnestly. "How many children had Charles the Bald?" I interrupt gently. "You'll never make anything of your life, Bäumer," croaks Müller. "When was the Battle of Zana?" Kropp wants to know. "You lack the studious mind, Kropp, sit down, three minus----" I wink. "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important... | you that for a long time." The satisfaction of months shines in his dull pig's eyes as he spits out: Dirty hound! Himmelstoss lets fly too, now. "What's that, you muck-rake, you dirty peat-stealer? Stand up there, bring your heels together when your superior officer speaks to you." Tjaden winks solemnly. "You take a ... | so far as I am concerned." Tjaden is a cheerful soul. There aren't any worries for him. He goes off with Haie and Leer so that they won't find him in the first flush of the excitement. * * Müller hasn't finished yet. He tackles Kropp again. "Albert, if you were really at home now, what would you do?" Kropp is cont... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." | Kropp | troubled. Kropp gives a shrug.<|quote|>"I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out."</|quote|>We are all utterly at | Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug.<|quote|>"I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out."</|quote|>We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we | the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug.<|quote|>"I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll fin... | pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and ... | might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff serio... | gently. "You'll never make anything of your life, Bäumer," croaks Müller. "When was the Battle of Zana?" Kropp wants to know. "You lack the studious mind, Kropp, sit down, three minus----" I wink. "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "... | in his dull pig's eyes as he spits out: Dirty hound! Himmelstoss lets fly too, now. "What's that, you muck-rake, you dirty peat-stealer? Stand up there, bring your heels together when your superior officer speaks to you." Tjaden winks solemnly. "You take a run and jump at yourself, Himmelstoss." Himmelstoss is a ragin... | it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succeed in life if you don't know that?" I ask Albert hotly. Which he caps with: "What is meant by Cohesion?" We remember mighty litt... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
We are all utterly at a loss. | No speaker | first, then we'll find out."<|quote|>We are all utterly at a loss.</|quote|>"What could we do?" I | don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out."<|quote|>We are all utterly at a loss.</|quote|>"What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to | able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out."<|quote|>We are all utterly at a loss.</|quote|>"What could ... | Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once f... | do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupat... | "When was the Battle of Zana?" Kropp wants to know. "You lack the studious mind, Kropp, sit down, three minus----" I wink. "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "Does it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We... | Himmelstoss lets fly too, now. "What's that, you muck-rake, you dirty peat-stealer? Stand up there, bring your heels together when your superior officer speaks to you." Tjaden winks solemnly. "You take a run and jump at yourself, Himmelstoss." Himmelstoss is a raging book of army regulations. The Kaiser couldn't be m... | that matter. "What do you mean by the three-fold theme in 'William Tell'?" says Kropp reminiscently, and roars with laughter. "What was the purpose of the Poetic League of Göttingen?" asks Müller suddenly and earnestly. "How many children had Charles the Bald?" I interrupt gently. "You'll never make anything of your li... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"What could we do?" | Paul | all utterly at a loss.<|quote|>"What could we do?"</|quote|>I ask. "I don't want | we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss.<|quote|>"What could we do?"</|quote|>I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp | wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss.<|quote|>"What could we do?"</|quote|>I ask. "I don't want to... | back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "... | life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as t... | wants to know. "You lack the studious mind, Kropp, sit down, three minus----" I wink. "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "Does it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I s... | you muck-rake, you dirty peat-stealer? Stand up there, bring your heels together when your superior officer speaks to you." Tjaden winks solemnly. "You take a run and jump at yourself, Himmelstoss." Himmelstoss is a raging book of army regulations. The Kaiser couldn't be more insulted. "Tjaden, I command you, as your ... | you mean by the three-fold theme in 'William Tell'?" says Kropp reminiscently, and roars with laughter. "What was the purpose of the Poetic League of Göttingen?" asks Müller suddenly and earnestly. "How many children had Charles the Bald?" I interrupt gently. "You'll never make anything of your life, Bäumer," croaks Mü... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I ask. | No speaker | loss. "What could we do?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"I don't want to do | are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll | at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"I don't want to do anything," rep... | because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will reall... | If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek ... | lack the studious mind, Kropp, sit down, three minus----" I wink. "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "Does it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inh... | peat-stealer? Stand up there, bring your heels together when your superior officer speaks to you." Tjaden winks solemnly. "You take a run and jump at yourself, Himmelstoss." Himmelstoss is a raging book of army regulations. The Kaiser couldn't be more insulted. "Tjaden, I command you, as your superior officer: Stand u... | for that matter. "What do you mean by the three-fold theme in 'William Tell'?" says Kropp reminiscently, and roars with laughter. "What was the purpose of the Poetic League of Göttingen?" asks Müller suddenly and earnestly. "How many children had Charles the Bald?" I interrupt gently. "You'll never make anything of you... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I don't want to do anything," | Kropp | could we do?" I ask.<|quote|>"I don't want to do anything,"</|quote|>replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be | utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask.<|quote|>"I don't want to do anything,"</|quote|>replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what | feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask.<|quote|>"I don't want to do anything,"</|quote|>replies Kro... | had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when... | have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself... | studious mind, Kropp, sit down, three minus----" I wink. "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "Does it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants ... | up there, bring your heels together when your superior officer speaks to you." Tjaden winks solemnly. "You take a run and jump at yourself, Himmelstoss." Himmelstoss is a raging book of army regulations. The Kaiser couldn't be more insulted. "Tjaden, I command you, as your superior officer: Stand up!" "Anything else y... | succeed in life if you don't know that?" I ask Albert hotly. Which he caps with: "What is meant by Cohesion?" We remember mighty little of all that rubbish. Anyway, it has never been the slightest use to us. At school nobody ever taught us how to light a cigarette in a storm of rain, nor how a fire could be made wit... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
replies Kropp wearily. | No speaker | don't want to do anything,"<|quote|>replies Kropp wearily.</|quote|>"You'll be dead one day, | we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything,"<|quote|>replies Kropp wearily.</|quote|>"You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? | "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything,"<|quote|>replies Kropp wearily.</|quote|>"You'll be dead one da... | we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even ... | work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails ... | minus----" I wink. "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "Does it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do y... | when your superior officer speaks to you." Tjaden winks solemnly. "You take a run and jump at yourself, Himmelstoss." Himmelstoss is a raging book of army regulations. The Kaiser couldn't be more insulted. "Tjaden, I command you, as your superior officer: Stand up!" "Anything else you would like?" asks Tjaden. "Will y... | over so far as I am concerned." Tjaden is a cheerful soul. There aren't any worries for him. He goes off with Haie and Leer so that they won't find him in the first flush of the excitement. * * Müller hasn't finished yet. He tackles Kropp again. "Albert, if you were really at home now, what would you do?" Kropp is... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." | Kropp | do anything," replies Kropp wearily.<|quote|>"You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back."</|quote|>"When I think about it, | ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily.<|quote|>"You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back."</|quote|>"When I think about it, Albert," I say after a | really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily.<|quote|>"You'll be dead one day, so what does it matte... | any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is trouble... | devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. ... | "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "Does it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succee... | officer speaks to you." Tjaden winks solemnly. "You take a run and jump at yourself, Himmelstoss." Himmelstoss is a raging book of army regulations. The Kaiser couldn't be more insulted. "Tjaden, I command you, as your superior officer: Stand up!" "Anything else you would like?" asks Tjaden. "Will you obey my order or... | "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff s... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"When I think about it, Albert," | Paul | think we'll ever go back."<|quote|>"When I think about it, Albert,"</|quote|>I say after a while, | does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back."<|quote|>"When I think about it, Albert,"</|quote|>I say after a while, rolling over on my back, | "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back."<|quote|>"When I think about it, Albert,"</|quote|>I say after a ... | the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." ... | me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and cont... | his pince-nez. "Does it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succeed in life if you don't know that?" I ask Albert hotly. Which he caps with: "What is meant by Cohesion?" We... | is a raging book of army regulations. The Kaiser couldn't be more insulted. "Tjaden, I command you, as your superior officer: Stand up!" "Anything else you would like?" asks Tjaden. "Will you obey my order or not?" Tjaden replies, without knowing it, in the well-known classical phrase. At the same time he ventilates h... | because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs. Müller says thoughtfully: "What's the use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any bet... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say after a while, rolling over on my back, | No speaker | I think about it, Albert,"<|quote|>I say after a while, rolling over on my back,</|quote|>"when I hear the word | we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert,"<|quote|>I say after a while, rolling over on my back,</|quote|>"when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to | first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert,"<|quote|>I say after a while, rolling over on my back,</|quote|... | income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "Wh... | all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. ... | Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succeed in life if you don't know that?" I ask Albert hotly. Which he caps with: "What is meant by Cohesion?" We remember mighty little of all t... | regulations. The Kaiser couldn't be more insulted. "Tjaden, I command you, as your superior officer: Stand up!" "Anything else you would like?" asks Tjaden. "Will you obey my order or not?" Tjaden replies, without knowing it, in the well-known classical phrase. At the same time he ventilates his backside. "I'll have y... | "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continue... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on-... | Paul | rolling over on my back,<|quote|>"when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions an... | I say after a while, rolling over on my back,<|quote|>"when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business... | a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert," I say after a while, rolling over on my back,<|quote|>"when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and... | in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything... | "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs be... | or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succeed in life if you don't know that?" I ask Albert hotly. Which he caps with: "What is meant by Cohesion?" We remember mighty little of all that rubbish. Anyway, it has never been the slightes... | you, as your superior officer: Stand up!" "Anything else you would like?" asks Tjaden. "Will you obey my order or not?" Tjaden replies, without knowing it, in the well-known classical phrase. At the same time he ventilates his backside. "I'll have you court-martialled," storms Himmelstoss. We watch him disappear in t... | all that rubbish. Anyway, it has never been the slightest use to us. At school nobody ever taught us how to light a cigarette in a storm of rain, nor how a fire could be made with wet wood--nor that it is best to stick a bayonet in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs. Müller says thoug... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
All at once everything seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too. | No speaker | see anything at all, Albert."<|quote|>All at once everything seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too.</|quote|>"It will go pretty hard | I don't see anything--I don't see anything at all, Albert."<|quote|>All at once everything seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too.</|quote|>"It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody | worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on--it makes me sick, it is and always was disgusting. I don't see anything--I don't see anything at all, Albert."<|quote|>All at once everything seems to me c... | think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert," I say after a while, rolling over on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even im... | --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back f... | fire could be made with wet wood--nor that it is best to stick a bayonet in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs. Müller says thoughtfully: "What's the use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That nee... | with his mouth wide open. Albert has to put it back again by giving it a blow with his fist. Kat is troubled: "If he reports you, it'll be pretty serious." "Do you think he will?" asks Tjaden. "Sure to," I say. "The least you'll get will be five days close arrest," says Kat. That doesn't worry Tjaden. "Five days clink... | I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me:... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." | Kropp | hopeless. Kropp feels it too.<|quote|>"It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock."</|quote|>We agree that it's the | seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too.<|quote|>"It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock."</|quote|>We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only | All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on--it makes me sick, it is and always was disgusting. I don't see anything--I don't see anything at all, Albert." All at once everything seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too.<|quote|>"It will go pretty hard with us ... | a while, rolling over on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions a... | we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" ... | bayonet in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs. Müller says thoughtfully: "What's the use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student... | it a blow with his fist. Kat is troubled: "If he reports you, it'll be pretty serious." "Do you think he will?" asks Tjaden. "Sure to," I say. "The least you'll get will be five days close arrest," says Kat. That doesn't worry Tjaden. "Five days clink are five days rest." "And if they send you to the Fortress?" urges ... | any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is trouble... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: | No speaker | as easy as a sock."<|quote|>We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it:</|quote|>"The war has ruined us | man won't peel that off as easy as a sock."<|quote|>We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it:</|quote|>"The war has ruined us for everything." He is rig... | all, Albert." All at once everything seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too. "It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock."<|quote|>We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for... | that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on--it makes me sick, it is and always was disgusting. I don't see anything--I don't see anything at all, Albert." All at once everything seems to me... | he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Alb... | consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "... | five days close arrest," says Kat. That doesn't worry Tjaden. "Five days clink are five days rest." "And if they send you to the Fortress?" urges the thoroughgoing Müller. "Well, for the time being the war will be over so far as I am concerned." Tjaden is a cheerful soul. There aren't any worries for him. He goes of... | says thoughtfully: "What's the use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"The war has ruined us for everything." | Kropp | our generation. Albert expresses it:<|quote|>"The war has ruined us for everything."</|quote|>He is right. We are | is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it:<|quote|>"The war has ruined us for everything."</|quote|>He is right. We are not youth any longer. We | man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it:<|quote|>"The war has ruined us for everything."</|quote|>He is rig... | was disgusting. I don't see anything--I don't see anything at all, Albert." All at once everything seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too. "It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." ... | "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert," I say after a while, rolling over on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's wo... | devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. ... | far as I am concerned." Tjaden is a cheerful soul. There aren't any worries for him. He goes off with Haie and Leer so that they won't find him in the first flush of the excitement. * * Müller hasn't finished yet. He tackles Kropp again. "Albert, if you were really at home now, what would you do?" Kropp is content... | the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take al... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from act... | No speaker | has ruined us for everything."<|quote|>He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst ... | Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything."<|quote|>He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bom... | as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything."<|quote|>He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don... | see anything at all, Albert." All at once everything seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too. "It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not ... | does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert," I say after a while, rolling over on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck f... | rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. B... | a cheerful soul. There aren't any worries for him. He goes off with Haie and Leer so that they won't find him in the first flush of the excitement. * * Müller hasn't finished yet. He tackles Kropp again. "Albert, if you were really at home now, what would you do?" Kropp is contented now and more accommodating: "How man... | one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture toward the front. "We'll want a private income, and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. | No speaker | We get up. "Where's Tjaden?"<|quote|>the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully.</|quote|>"You know very well. You | boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?"<|quote|>the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully.</|quote|>"You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact | The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?"<|quote|>the sergean... | had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have st... | to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war ... | at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearil... | and roars with laughter. "What was the purpose of the Poetic League of Göttingen?" asks Müller suddenly and earnestly. "How many children had Charles the Bald?" I interrupt gently. "You'll never make anything of your life, Bäumer," croaks Müller. "When was the Battle of Zana?" Kropp wants to know. "You lack the studiou... | they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff seriously when he's once been out here?" "Still you must have an occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. | No speaker | the matter. Out with it!"<|quote|>Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way.</|quote|>"Tjaden will report at the | say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!"<|quote|>Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way.</|quote|>"Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." | all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!"<|quote|>Fatt... | off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss f... | not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly fro... | don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert," I say after a while, rolling over o... | "You'll never make anything of your life, Bäumer," croaks Müller. "When was the Battle of Zana?" Kropp wants to know. "You lack the studious mind, Kropp, sit down, three minus----" I wink. "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "Does it ... | once everything seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too. "It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. | No speaker | Orderly Room in ten minutes."<|quote|>Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake.</|quote|>"I have a feeling that | "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes."<|quote|>Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake.</|quote|>"I have a feeling that next time we go up | one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes."<|quote|>Then he steams off with Himm... | signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of cour... | fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces... | want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert," I say after a while, rolling over on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimagin... | Kropp, sit down, three minus----" I wink. "What offices did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "Does it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?"... | a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg," | Kropp | with Himmelstoss in his wake.<|quote|>"I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg,"</|quote|>hints Kropp. "We'll have quite | minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake.<|quote|>"I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg,"</|quote|>hints Kropp. "We'll have quite a lot of jokes with | "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake.<|quote|>"I have a feeling that next time we go ... | up. At the head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know v... | has ruined us for everything." He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our h... | dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert," I say after a while, rolling over on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having l... | did Lycurgus consider the most important for the state?" asks Müller, pretending to take off his pince-nez. "Does it go: 'We Germans fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succeed in life if y... | what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it mat... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
hints Kropp. | No speaker | wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg,"<|quote|>hints Kropp.</|quote|>"We'll have quite a lot | be letting a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg,"<|quote|>hints Kropp.</|quote|>"We'll have quite a lot of jokes with him," laughs | is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg,"<|quote|>hints Kropp.</|quote|>"We'll have quite a lot of jokes ... | him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He ... | storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe ... | say after a while, rolling over on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about pro... | fear God and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succeed in life if you don't know that?" I ask Albert hotly. Which he caps with: "What is meant by Cohesion?" We remember mighty little of all that rubb... | and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think abou... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"We'll have quite a lot of jokes with him," | Kropp | on Himmelstoss's leg," hints Kropp.<|quote|>"We'll have quite a lot of jokes with him,"</|quote|>laughs Müller.-- That is our | a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg," hints Kropp.<|quote|>"We'll have quite a lot of jokes with him,"</|quote|>laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knock the | to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg," hints Kropp.<|quote|>"We'll have quite a lot of jokes with him,"</|quo... | for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another w... | are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war... | a while, rolling over on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions a... | and none else in the whole world,' or 'We, the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succeed in life if you don't know that?" I ask Albert hotly. Which he caps with: "What is meant by Cohesion?" We remember mighty little of all that rubbish. Any... | the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twen... | No speaker | lot of jokes with him,"<|quote|>laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty y... | Kropp. "We'll have quite a lot of jokes with him,"<|quote|>laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fi... | report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg," hints Kropp. "We'll have quite a lot of jokes with him,"<|quote|>laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knoc... | get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in... | We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmels... | hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on--it makes ... | the Germans, fear God and----'" I submit. "How many inhabitants has Melbourne?" asks Müller. "How do you expect to succeed in life if you don't know that?" I ask Albert hotly. Which he caps with: "What is meant by Cohesion?" We remember mighty little of all that rubbish. Anyway, it has never been the slightest use to... | fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderl... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Then you'd better find him," | Himmelstoss | Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders.<|quote|>"Then you'd better find him,"</|quote|>he persists. "Haven't you been | to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders.<|quote|>"Then you'd better find him,"</|quote|>he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp | to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders.<|quote|>"Then you'd better find him,"</|quote|>he persi... | fall on Himmelstoss's leg," hints Kropp. "We'll have quite a lot of jokes with him," laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play ... | are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but T... | and hopeless. Kropp feels it too. "It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some m... | it is best to stick a bayonet in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs. Müller says thoughtfully: "What's the use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through,... | we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's T... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he persists. | No speaker | "Then you'd better find him,"<|quote|>he persists.</|quote|>"Haven't you been to look | Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him,"<|quote|>he persists.</|quote|>"Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back | how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him,"<|quote|>he persists.</|quote|>"Haven't you been ... | Kropp. "We'll have quite a lot of jokes with him," laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. No... | thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries... | too. "It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It ... | a bayonet in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs. Müller says thoughtfully: "What's the use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A stude... | if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on--it makes me sick, it is and always was disgusting. I don't se... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Haven't you been to look for him?" | Himmelstoss | better find him," he persists.<|quote|>"Haven't you been to look for him?"</|quote|>Kropp lies back in the | shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists.<|quote|>"Haven't you been to look for him?"</|quote|>Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you | do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists.<|quote|>"Haven't you been to look for him?... | have quite a lot of jokes with him," laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twe... | vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. ... | will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the comm... | in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs. Müller says thoughtfully: "What's the use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life ... | say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kro... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Kropp lies back in the grass and says: | No speaker | been to look for him?"<|quote|>Kropp lies back in the grass and says:</|quote|>"Have you ever been out | him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?"<|quote|>Kropp lies back in the grass and says:</|quote|>"Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of | and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?"<|quote|>Kropp lies back in the grass and... | him," laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much fo... | We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room... | But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Alber... | get jammed, as it does in the ribs. Müller says thoughtfully: "What's the use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no mone... | believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjad... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Have you ever been out here before?" | Kropp | in the grass and says:<|quote|>"Have you ever been out here before?"</|quote|>"That's none of your business," | for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says:<|quote|>"Have you ever been out here before?"</|quote|>"That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an | yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says:<|quote|>"Have you ever been out here before?"</... | to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back a... | No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelsto... | about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us ... | Müller says thoughtfully: "What's the use. We'll have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil."... | fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"That's none of your business," | Himmelstoss | ever been out here before?"<|quote|>"That's none of your business,"</|quote|>retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an | grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?"<|quote|>"That's none of your business,"</|quote|>retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, | an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?"<|quote|>"That's none of your business,"</|quo... | postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attentio... | at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next t... | bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. We ... | have to go back and sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, e... | don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll ever go back." "When I think about it, Albert," I say after a while, rolling over o... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
retorts Himmelstoss. | No speaker | "That's none of your business,"<|quote|>retorts Himmelstoss.</|quote|>"I expect an answer." "Very | ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business,"<|quote|>retorts Himmelstoss.</|quote|>"I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. | back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business,"<|quote|>retorts Himmelstoss.</|quote|>"I e... | hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tja... | very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be le... | off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. We are not youth any longer. We... | sit on the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach... | the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I expect an answer." | Himmelstoss | of your business," retorts Himmelstoss.<|quote|>"I expect an answer."</|quote|>"Very good," says Kropp, getting | out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss.<|quote|>"I expect an answer."</|quote|>"Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where | Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss.<|quote|>"I expect an answer."</|q... | put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We ... | You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bun... | easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't ... | the forms again." I consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." ... | home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Very good," | Kropp | Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer."<|quote|>"Very good,"</|quote|>says Kropp, getting up. "See | none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer."<|quote|>"Very good,"</|quote|>says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little | to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer."<|quote|>"Very good,"</|quote|>says Kr... | disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders.... | the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bundle of wire fall on Hi... | We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the ... | consider that out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "... | head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kropp, getting up. | No speaker | expect an answer." "Very good,"<|quote|>says Kropp, getting up.</|quote|>"See up there where those | your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good,"<|quote|>says Kropp, getting up.</|quote|>"See up there where those little white clouds are. Those | He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good,"<|quote|>says Kropp, getting up.<... | we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd bett... | of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss... | that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by st... | out of the question. "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man ... | over on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and sa... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the fellows will come up to you, click their heels, and ask stiffly: 'Please may I go? Please may I hop it? ... | Kropp | good," says Kropp, getting up.<|quote|>"See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the fellows will come up to you, click their heels, and ask stiffly: '... | "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up.<|quote|>"See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the fellows will come up to you, click the... | We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up.<|quote|>"See up there where ... | and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he per... | with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll be letting a bundle of wire fall on Himmelstoss's leg," hints Krop... | for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleein... | "We might take a special exam." "That needs preparation. And if you do get through, what then? A student's life isn't any better. If you have no money, you have to work like the devil." "It's a bit better. But it's rot all the same, everything they teach you." Kropp supports me: "How can a man take all that stuff s... | hopeless. Kropp feels it too. "It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more,... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet. | No speaker | time for someone like you.'"<|quote|>He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet.</|quote|>"Three days C.B.," Kat conjectures. | been waiting here a long time for someone like you.'"<|quote|>He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet.</|quote|>"Three days C.B.," Kat conjectures. "Next time I'll let fly," | It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the fellows will come up to you, click their heels, and ask stiffly: 'Please may I go? Please may I hop it? We've been waiting here a long time for someone like you.'"<|quote|>He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet.</|quote|>"Th... | the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lo... | is our sole ambition: to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later... | and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to hav... | occupation of some sort," insists Müller, as though he were Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them alre... | all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follows him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Three days C.B.," | Katczinsky | Himmelstoss disappears like a comet.<|quote|>"Three days C.B.,"</|quote|>Kat conjectures. "Next time I'll | He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet.<|quote|>"Three days C.B.,"</|quote|>Kat conjectures. "Next time I'll let fly," I say to | go up with us, before they die the fellows will come up to you, click their heels, and ask stiffly: 'Please may I go? Please may I hop it? We've been waiting here a long time for someone like you.'" He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet.<|quote|>"Three days C.B.,"</|quote|>Kat conjectures. "Next ti... | before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, befo... | a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attent... | we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column t... | Kantorek himself. Albert cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever ... | from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all pay-sergeant-majors are fat. Himmelstoss follo... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Kat conjectures. | No speaker | a comet. "Three days C.B.,"<|quote|>Kat conjectures.</|quote|>"Next time I'll let fly," | again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet. "Three days C.B.,"<|quote|>Kat conjectures.</|quote|>"Next time I'll let fly," I say to Albert. But | us, before they die the fellows will come up to you, click their heels, and ask stiffly: 'Please may I go? Please may I hop it? We've been waiting here a long time for someone like you.'" He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet. "Three days C.B.,"<|quote|>Kat conjectures.</|quote|>"Next time I'll let... | of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the fellow... | go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He ... | shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column trots the f... | cleans his nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after thi... | will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the comm... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Next time I'll let fly," | Paul | "Three days C.B.," Kat conjectures.<|quote|>"Next time I'll let fly,"</|quote|>I say to Albert. But | Himmelstoss disappears like a comet. "Three days C.B.," Kat conjectures.<|quote|>"Next time I'll let fly,"</|quote|>I say to Albert. But that is the end. The | they die the fellows will come up to you, click their heels, and ask stiffly: 'Please may I go? Please may I hop it? We've been waiting here a long time for someone like you.'" He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet. "Three days C.B.," Kat conjectures.<|quote|>"Next time I'll let fly,"</|quote|>I sa... | business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the fellows will c... | the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for... | to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column trots the fat sergea... | nails with a knife. We are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" -... | seems to me confused and hopeless. Kropp feels it too. "It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say to Albert. But that is the end. The case comes up for trial in the evening. In the Orderly Room sits our Lieutenant, Bertink, and calls us in one after another. I have to appear as a witness and explain the reason of Tjaden's insubordination. The story of the bed-wetting makes an impression. Himmelstoss is ... | No speaker | "Next time I'll let fly,"<|quote|>I say to Albert. But that is the end. The case comes up for trial in the evening. In the Orderly Room sits our Lieutenant, Bertink, and calls us in one after another. I have to appear as a witness and explain the reason of Tjaden's insubordination. The story of the bed-wetting mak... | "Three days C.B.," Kat conjectures. "Next time I'll let fly,"<|quote|>I say to Albert. But that is the end. The case comes up for trial in the evening. In the Orderly Room sits our Lieutenant, Bertink, and calls us in one after another. I have to appear as a witness and explain the reason of Tjaden's insubordinatio... | come up to you, click their heels, and ask stiffly: 'Please may I go? Please may I hop it? We've been waiting here a long time for someone like you.'" He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet. "Three days C.B.," Kat conjectures. "Next time I'll let fly,"<|quote|>I say to Albert. But that is the end. ... | an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the fellows will come up to you, click their heels, and ask ... | wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our s... | the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war. * * The Orderly Room shows signs of life. Himmelstoss seems to have stirred them up. At the head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that ... | are surprised at this delicacy. But it is merely pensiveness. He puts the knife away and continues: "That's just it. Kat and Detering and Haie will go back to their jobs because they had them already. Himmelstoss too. But we never had any. How will we ever get used to one after this, here?" --he makes a gesture tow... | know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Bertink asks Himmelstoss. He tries to evade the question, but in the end has to confess, for Kropp tells the same story. | No speaker | my statement. "Is that right?"<|quote|>Bertink asks Himmelstoss. He tries to evade the question, but in the end has to confess, for Kropp tells the same story.</|quote|>"Why didn't someone report the | is recalled and I repeat my statement. "Is that right?"<|quote|>Bertink asks Himmelstoss. He tries to evade the question, but in the end has to confess, for Kropp tells the same story.</|quote|>"Why didn't someone report the matter, then?" asks Bertink. We | the evening. In the Orderly Room sits our Lieutenant, Bertink, and calls us in one after another. I have to appear as a witness and explain the reason of Tjaden's insubordination. The story of the bed-wetting makes an impression. Himmelstoss is recalled and I repeat my statement. "Is that right?"<|quote|>Bertink asks H... | I hop it? We've been waiting here a long time for someone like you.'" He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet. "Three days C.B.," Kat conjectures. "Next time I'll let fly," I say to Albert. But that is the end. The case comes up for trial in the evening. In the Orderly Room sits our Lieutenant, Be... | him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft.... | him, thirsting for vengeance. His boots gleam in the sun. We get up. "Where's Tjaden?" the sergeant puffs. No one knows, of course. Himmelstoss glowers at us wrathfully. "You know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He ... | and then we'll be able to live by ourselves in a wood," I say, but at once feel ashamed of this absurd idea. "But what will really happen when we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could... | is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tjaden. We shrug our shoulders. "Then you'd better find him," he persists. "Haven't you been to look for him?" Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answe... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
asks Bertink. We are silent: he must know himself how much use it is reporting such things in the army. It isn't usual to make complaints in the army. He understands it all right though, and lectures Himmelstoss, making it plain to him that the front isn't a parade-ground. Then comes Tjaden's turn, who gets a long s... | No speaker | someone report the matter, then?"<|quote|>asks Bertink. We are silent: he must know himself how much use it is reporting such things in the army. It isn't usual to make complaints in the army. He understands it all right though, and lectures Himmelstoss, making it plain to him that the front isn't a parade-ground. T... | the same story. "Why didn't someone report the matter, then?"<|quote|>asks Bertink. We are silent: he must know himself how much use it is reporting such things in the army. It isn't usual to make complaints in the army. He understands it all right though, and lectures Himmelstoss, making it plain to him that the fro... | Tjaden's insubordination. The story of the bed-wetting makes an impression. Himmelstoss is recalled and I repeat my statement. "Is that right?" Bertink asks Himmelstoss. He tries to evade the question, but in the end has to confess, for Kropp tells the same story. "Why didn't someone report the matter, then?"<|quote|>... | "Next time I'll let fly," I say to Albert. But that is the end. The case comes up for trial in the evening. In the Orderly Room sits our Lieutenant, Bertink, and calls us in one after another. I have to appear as a witness and explain the reason of Tjaden's insubordination. The story of the bed-wetting makes an im... | business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the fellows will c... | know very well. You won't say, that's the fact of the matter. Out with it!" Fatty looks round enquiringly; but Tjaden is not to be seen. He tries another way. "Tjaden will report at the Orderly Room in ten minutes." Then he steams off with Himmelstoss in his wake. "I have a feeling that next time we go up wiring I'll ... | we go back?" wonders Müller, and even he is troubled. Kropp gives a shrug. "I don't know. Let's get back first, then we'll find out." We are all utterly at a loss. "What could we do?" I ask. "I don't want to do anything," replies Kropp wearily. "You'll be dead one day, so what does it matter? I don't think we'll eve... | storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he says to him regretfully. He is a decent fellow. Open arrest is quite pleasant. The clink was once a fowl-house; there we can visit the prisoners, we know how to manage it. Close arrest would have meant the cellar. They used to tie us to a tree, but that is forbidden now. In many ways we are treated quite like ... | No speaker | arrest. "It can't be helped,"<|quote|>he says to him regretfully. He is a decent fellow. Open arrest is quite pleasant. The clink was once a fowl-house; there we can visit the prisoners, we know how to manage it. Close arrest would have meant the cellar. They used to tie us to a tree, but that is forbidden now. I... | wink and one day's open arrest. "It can't be helped,"<|quote|>he says to him regretfully. He is a decent fellow. Open arrest is quite pleasant. The clink was once a fowl-house; there we can visit the prisoners, we know how to manage it. Close arrest would have meant the cellar. They used to tie us to a tree, but t... | the army. He understands it all right though, and lectures Himmelstoss, making it plain to him that the front isn't a parade-ground. Then comes Tjaden's turn, who gets a long sermon and three days open arrest. He gives Kropp a wink and one day's open arrest. "It can't be helped,"<|quote|>he says to him regretfully. He... | evade the question, but in the end has to confess, for Kropp tells the same story. "Why didn't someone report the matter, then?" asks Bertink. We are silent: he must know himself how much use it is reporting such things in the army. It isn't usual to make complaints in the army. He understands it all right though, an... | here a long time for someone like you.'" He sits down again and Himmelstoss disappears like a comet. "Three days C.B.," Kat conjectures. "Next time I'll let fly," I say to Albert. But that is the end. The case comes up for trial in the evening. In the Orderly Room sits our Lieutenant, Bertink, and calls us in one af... | lot of jokes with him," laughs Müller.-- That is our sole ambition: to knock the conceit out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--a... | on my back, "when I hear the word 'peace time,' it goes to my head; and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing--something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salarie... | out of a postman.-- I go into the hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"What do you say to some roast goose?" | Katczinsky | up Kat says to me:<|quote|>"What do you say to some roast goose?"</|quote|>"Not bad," I agree. We | * * When we break up Kat says to me:<|quote|>"What do you say to some roast goose?"</|quote|>"Not bad," I agree. We climb up on a munition-waggon. | like men. An hour after Tjaden and Kropp are settled in behind their wire-netting we make our way in to them. Tjaden greets us crowing. Then we play skat far into the night. Tjaden wins of course, the lucky wretch. * * When we break up Kat says to me:<|quote|>"What do you say to some roast goose?"</|quote|>"Not bad," I... | Open arrest is quite pleasant. The clink was once a fowl-house; there we can visit the prisoners, we know how to manage it. Close arrest would have meant the cellar. They used to tie us to a tree, but that is forbidden now. In many ways we are treated quite like men. An hour after Tjaden and Kropp are settled in behind... | for Kropp tells the same story. "Why didn't someone report the matter, then?" asks Bertink. We are silent: he must know himself how much use it is reporting such things in the army. It isn't usual to make complaints in the army. He understands it all right though, and lectures Himmelstoss, making it plain to him that... | and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. ... | worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has... | hut and put Tjaden wise. He disappears. Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years. Half an hour later Himmelstoss is back again. Nobody pays any attention to him. He asks for Tja... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Not bad," | Paul | say to some roast goose?"<|quote|>"Not bad,"</|quote|>I agree. We climb up | to me: "What do you say to some roast goose?"<|quote|>"Not bad,"</|quote|>I agree. We climb up on a munition-waggon. The ride | are settled in behind their wire-netting we make our way in to them. Tjaden greets us crowing. Then we play skat far into the night. Tjaden wins of course, the lucky wretch. * * When we break up Kat says to me: "What do you say to some roast goose?"<|quote|>"Not bad,"</|quote|>I agree. We climb up on a munition-waggon.... | once a fowl-house; there we can visit the prisoners, we know how to manage it. Close arrest would have meant the cellar. They used to tie us to a tree, but that is forbidden now. In many ways we are treated quite like men. An hour after Tjaden and Kropp are settled in behind their wire-netting we make our way in to the... | someone report the matter, then?" asks Bertink. We are silent: he must know himself how much use it is reporting such things in the army. It isn't usual to make complaints in the army. He understands it all right though, and lectures Himmelstoss, making it plain to him that the front isn't a parade-ground. Then come... | before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, befo... | and bombs--a man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. ... | little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the fellows will come up to you, click their heels, and ask stiffly: 'Please may I go? Please may I hop it? We've been waiting here a long ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I agree. We climb up on a munition-waggon. The ride costs us two cigarettes. Kat has marked the spot exactly. The shed belongs to a regimental headquarters. I agree to get the goose and receive my instructions. The out-house is behind the wall and the door shuts with just a peg. Kat hoists me up. I rest my foot i... | No speaker | some roast goose?" "Not bad,"<|quote|>I agree. We climb up on a munition-waggon. The ride costs us two cigarettes. Kat has marked the spot exactly. The shed belongs to a regimental headquarters. I agree to get the goose and receive my instructions. The out-house is behind the wall and the door shuts with just a peg... | "What do you say to some roast goose?" "Not bad,"<|quote|>I agree. We climb up on a munition-waggon. The ride costs us two cigarettes. Kat has marked the spot exactly. The shed belongs to a regimental headquarters. I agree to get the goose and receive my instructions. The out-house is behind the wall and the door s... | in behind their wire-netting we make our way in to them. Tjaden greets us crowing. Then we play skat far into the night. Tjaden wins of course, the lucky wretch. * * When we break up Kat says to me: "What do you say to some roast goose?" "Not bad,"<|quote|>I agree. We climb up on a munition-waggon. The ride costs us ... | fowl-house; there we can visit the prisoners, we know how to manage it. Close arrest would have meant the cellar. They used to tie us to a tree, but that is forbidden now. In many ways we are treated quite like men. An hour after Tjaden and Kropp are settled in behind their wire-netting we make our way in to them. Tjad... | the matter, then?" asks Bertink. We are silent: he must know himself how much use it is reporting such things in the army. It isn't usual to make complaints in the army. He understands it all right though, and lectures Himmelstoss, making it plain to him that the front isn't a parade-ground. Then comes Tjaden's turn... | none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wounded. It was a lot of fun. Next time, when you go up with us, before they die the f... | man won't peel that off as easy as a sock." We agree that it's the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation. Albert expresses it: "The war has ruined us for everything." He is right. We are not y... | Kropp lies back in the grass and says: "Have you ever been out here before?" "That's none of your business," retorts Himmelstoss. "I expect an answer." "Very good," says Kropp, getting up. "See up there where those little white clouds are. Those are anti-aircraft. We were over there yesterday. Five dead and eight wo... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Sleep soft under shell fire." | No speaker | of them with the inscription:<|quote|>"Sleep soft under shell fire."</|quote|>The sound of the gun-fire | to make two cushions out of them with the inscription:<|quote|>"Sleep soft under shell fire."</|quote|>The sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into | The single window space is heavily curtained. There is a sort of hearth, an iron plate set on some bricks. We kindle a fire. Kat plucks and cleans the goose. We put the feathers carefully to one side. We intend to make two cushions out of them with the inscription:<|quote|>"Sleep soft under shell fire."</|quote|>The so... | run. At last we can take a breather. The goose is dead, Kat saw to that in a moment. We intend to roast it, without telling anybody. I fetch a stove and wood from the hut and we crawl into a small deserted lean-to which we use for such purposes. The single window space is heavily curtained. There is a sort of hearth, a... | calmer. Then I hold my breath, whip up the revolver, it cracks, the dog leaps howling to one side, I make for the door of the shed and fall head over heels over one of the damned geese. At full speed I seize it again, and with a swing toss it over the wall and clamber up. No sooner am I on top than the dog is up again ... | a couple of captive balloons in my fists. Then the row begins; one of them gets his breath and goes off like an alarm clock. Before I can do anything, something comes in from outside; I feel a blow, lie outstretched on the floor, and hear awful growls. A dog. I steal a glance to the side, he makes a snap at my throat. ... | such things in the army. It isn't usual to make complaints in the army. He understands it all right though, and lectures Himmelstoss, making it plain to him that the front isn't a parade-ground. Then comes Tjaden's turn, who gets a long sermon and three days open arrest. He gives Kropp a wink and one day's open arrest.... | withdraws his head and sits down beside me. But if I make the least movement he growls. I consider. The only thing to do is to get hold of my small revolver, and that too before anyone arrives. Inch by inch I move my hand toward it. I have the feeling that it lasts an hour. The slightest movement and then an awful grow... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
The sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out. ... | No speaker | "Sleep soft under shell fire."<|quote|>The sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the... | of them with the inscription: "Sleep soft under shell fire."<|quote|>The sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have be... | heavily curtained. There is a sort of hearth, an iron plate set on some bricks. We kindle a fire. Kat plucks and cleans the goose. We put the feathers carefully to one side. We intend to make two cushions out of them with the inscription: "Sleep soft under shell fire."<|quote|>The sound of the gun-fire from the front p... | take a breather. The goose is dead, Kat saw to that in a moment. We intend to roast it, without telling anybody. I fetch a stove and wood from the hut and we crawl into a small deserted lean-to which we use for such purposes. The single window space is heavily curtained. There is a sort of hearth, an iron plate set on ... | breath, whip up the revolver, it cracks, the dog leaps howling to one side, I make for the door of the shed and fall head over heels over one of the damned geese. At full speed I seize it again, and with a swing toss it over the wall and clamber up. No sooner am I on top than the dog is up again as lively as ever and s... | in my fists. Then the row begins; one of them gets his breath and goes off like an alarm clock. Before I can do anything, something comes in from outside; I feel a blow, lie outstretched on the floor, and hear awful growls. A dog. I steal a glance to the side, he makes a snap at my throat. I lie still and tuck my chin ... | It isn't usual to make complaints in the army. He understands it all right though, and lectures Himmelstoss, making it plain to him that the front isn't a parade-ground. Then comes Tjaden's turn, who gets a long sermon and three days open arrest. He gives Kropp a wink and one day's open arrest. "It can't be helped," he... | and that too before anyone arrives. Inch by inch I move my hand toward it. I have the feeling that it lasts an hour. The slightest movement and then an awful growl; I lie still, then try again. When at last I have the revolver my hand starts to tremble. I press it against the ground and then say over to myself: Jerk th... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"It's done." | Katczinsky | the fire. Then he says:<|quote|>"It's done."</|quote|>"Yes, Kat." I stir myself. | smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says:<|quote|>"It's done."</|quote|>"Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the | because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says:<|quote|>"It's done."</|quote|>"Yes, Kat." I st... | this soldier with the big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has forgotten all else but marching. Beyond the sky-line is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, y... | yet linger in my memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat dip and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and knapsack, taking the road that lies b... | shows from us. We sit opposite one another, Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby coats, cooking a goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have. We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of d... | my chin into my collar. It's a bull dog. After an eternity he withdraws his head and sits down beside me. But if I make the least movement he growls. I consider. The only thing to do is to get hold of my small revolver, and that too before anyone arrives. Inch by inch I move my hand toward it. I have the feeling that i... | than even lovers have. We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hearts we are close to one another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feeling... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Yes, Kat." | Paul | Then he says: "It's done."<|quote|>"Yes, Kat."</|quote|>I stir myself. In the | goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done."<|quote|>"Yes, Kat."</|quote|>I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines | never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done."<|quote|>"Yes, Kat."</|quote|>I stir myself. ... | with the big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has forgotten all else but marching. Beyond the sky-line is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to hi... | in my memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat dip and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and knapsack, taking the road that lies before him u... | us. We sit opposite one another, Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby coats, cooking a goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have. We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We si... | into my collar. It's a bull dog. After an eternity he withdraws his head and sits down beside me. But if I make the least movement he growls. I consider. The only thing to do is to get hold of my small revolver, and that too before anyone arrives. Inch by inch I move my hand toward it. I have the feeling that it lasts ... | One bastes it while the other lies down and sleeps. A grand smell gradually fills the hut. The noises without increase in volume, pass into my dream and yet linger in my memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat dip and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behin... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. | No speaker | says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat."<|quote|>I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto.</|quote|>"How does it taste, Kat?" | to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat."<|quote|>I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto.</|quote|>"How does it taste, Kat?" "... | them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat."<|quote|>I stir myself. In the middle of the roo... | big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has forgotten all else but marching. Beyond the sky-line is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are no... | memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat dip and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and knapsack, taking the road that lies before him under t... | sit opposite one another, Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby coats, cooking a goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have. We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on th... | collar. It's a bull dog. After an eternity he withdraws his head and sits down beside me. But if I make the least movement he growls. I consider. The only thing to do is to get hold of my small revolver, and that too before anyone arrives. Inch by inch I move my hand toward it. I have the feeling that it lasts an hour.... | does he know of me or I of him? formerly we should not have had a single thought in common--now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, and are so intimate that we do not even speak. It takes a long time to roast a goose, even when it is young and fat. So we take turns. One bastes it while the other lies dow... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"How does it taste, Kat?" | Paul | eat slowly and with gusto.<|quote|>"How does it taste, Kat?"</|quote|>"Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." | bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto.<|quote|>"How does it taste, Kat?"</|quote|>"Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." We are brothers and press | Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto.<|quote|>"How does it taste, Kat?"</|quote|>"Good! And yo... | has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I ... | to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and knapsack, taking the road that lies before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky. A little soldier and a clear voice, and if anyone were to caress him he would hardly understand, this soldier with the bi... | two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hearts we are close to one another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What d... | too before anyone arrives. Inch by inch I move my hand toward it. I have the feeling that it lasts an hour. The slightest movement and then an awful growl; I lie still, then try again. When at last I have the revolver my hand starts to tremble. I press it against the ground and then say over to myself: Jerk the revolve... | common--now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, and are so intimate that we do not even speak. It takes a long time to roast a goose, even when it is young and fat. So we take turns. One bastes it while the other lies down and sleeps. A grand smell gradually fills the hut. The noises without increase in ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Good! And yours?" | Katczinsky | "How does it taste, Kat?"<|quote|>"Good! And yours?"</|quote|>"Good, Kat." We are brothers | eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?"<|quote|>"Good! And yours?"</|quote|>"Good, Kat." We are brothers and press on one another | "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?"<|quote|>"Good! And yours?"</|quote|>"Good, Kat." We are b... | never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of... | big boots, belt, and knapsack, taking the road that lies before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky. A little soldier and a clear voice, and if anyone were to caress him he would hardly understand, this soldier with the big boots and shut hea... | of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hearts we are close to one another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of h... | by inch I move my hand toward it. I have the feeling that it lasts an hour. The slightest movement and then an awful growl; I lie still, then try again. When at last I have the revolver my hand starts to tremble. I press it against the ground and then say over to myself: Jerk the revolver up, fire before he has a chanc... | I fetch a stove and wood from the hut and we crawl into a small deserted lean-to which we use for such purposes. The single window space is heavily curtained. There is a sort of hearth, an iron plate set on some bricks. We kindle a fire. Kat plucks and cleans the goose. We put the feathers carefully to one side. We int... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Good, Kat." | Paul | taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?"<|quote|>"Good, Kat."</|quote|>We are brothers and press | with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?"<|quote|>"Good, Kat."</|quote|>We are brothers and press on one another the choicest | stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?"<|quote|>"Good, Kat."</|quote|>We are brothers and press ... | yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. ... | and knapsack, taking the road that lies before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky. A little soldier and a clear voice, and if anyone were to caress him he would hardly understand, this soldier with the big boots and shut heart, who marches b... | is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hearts we are close to one another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of him? formerly we s... | move my hand toward it. I have the feeling that it lasts an hour. The slightest movement and then an awful growl; I lie still, then try again. When at last I have the revolver my hand starts to tremble. I press it against the ground and then say over to myself: Jerk the revolver up, fire before he has a chance to grab,... | There is a sort of hearth, an iron plate set on some bricks. We kindle a fire. Kat plucks and cleans the goose. We put the feathers carefully to one side. We intend to make two cushions out of them with the inscription: "Sleep soft under shell fire." The sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
We are brothers and press on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left. | No speaker | "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat."<|quote|>We are brothers and press on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left.</|quote|>"How would it be, Kat, | "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat."<|quote|>We are brothers and press on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left.</|quote|>"How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit | In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat."<|quote|>We are brothers and press on one another the cho... | to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take ... | taking the road that lies before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky. A little soldier and a clear voice, and if anyone were to caress him he would hardly understand, this soldier with the big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is w... | night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hearts we are close to one another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of him? formerly we should n... | hand toward it. I have the feeling that it lasts an hour. The slightest movement and then an awful growl; I lie still, then try again. When at last I have the revolver my hand starts to tremble. I press it against the ground and then say over to myself: Jerk the revolver up, fire before he has a chance to grab, and the... | and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and knapsack, taking the road that lies before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and s... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?" | Paul | is still a lot left.<|quote|>"How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?"</|quote|>"Sure," says he. We carve | and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left.<|quote|>"How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?"</|quote|>"Sure," says he. We carve off a portion and wrap | it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." We are brothers and press on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left.<|quote|>"How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kro... | me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and ... | little soldier and a clear voice, and if anyone were to caress him he would hardly understand, this soldier with the big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has forgotten all else but marching. Beyond the sky-line is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. T... | are close to one another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of him? formerly we should not have had a single thought in common--now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, and are so intimate that we do n... | When at last I have the revolver my hand starts to tremble. I press it against the ground and then say over to myself: Jerk the revolver up, fire before he has a chance to grab, and then jump up. Slowly I take a deep breath and become calmer. Then I hold my breath, whip up the revolver, it cracks, the dog leaps howling... | shabby coats, cooking a goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have. We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips fr... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Sure," | Katczinsky | bit to Kropp and Tjaden?"<|quote|>"Sure,"</|quote|>says he. We carve off | Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?"<|quote|>"Sure,"</|quote|>says he. We carve off a portion and wrap it | "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." We are brothers and press on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left. "How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?"<|quote|>"Sure,"</|quote|>says he. We carve off a portion and... | Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat.... | would hardly understand, this soldier with the big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has forgotten all else but marching. Beyond the sky-line is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never poss... | with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of him? formerly we should not have had a single thought in common--now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, and are so intimate that we do not even speak. It takes a long time to roast a goose, even when it is ... | it against the ground and then say over to myself: Jerk the revolver up, fire before he has a chance to grab, and then jump up. Slowly I take a deep breath and become calmer. Then I hold my breath, whip up the revolver, it cracks, the dog leaps howling to one side, I make for the door of the shed and fall head over hee... | of the night. We don't talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have. We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hearts we are close to ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says he. We carve off a portion and wrap it up carefully in newspaper. The rest we thought of taking over to the hut. Kat laughs, and simply says: | No speaker | to Kropp and Tjaden?" "Sure,"<|quote|>says he. We carve off a portion and wrap it up carefully in newspaper. The rest we thought of taking over to the hut. Kat laughs, and simply says:</|quote|>"Tjaden." I agree, we will | if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?" "Sure,"<|quote|>says he. We carve off a portion and wrap it up carefully in newspaper. The rest we thought of taking over to the hut. Kat laughs, and simply says:</|quote|>"Tjaden." I agree, we will have to take it all. | does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." We are brothers and press on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left. "How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?" "Sure,"<|quote|>says he. We carve off a portion and wrap it up ca... | he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." We ... | hardly understand, this soldier with the big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has forgotten all else but marching. Beyond the sky-line is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed ... | the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of him? formerly we should not have had a single thought in common--now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, and are so intimate that we do not even speak. It takes a long time to roast a goose, even when it is young... | against the ground and then say over to myself: Jerk the revolver up, fire before he has a chance to grab, and then jump up. Slowly I take a deep breath and become calmer. Then I hold my breath, whip up the revolver, it cracks, the dog leaps howling to one side, I make for the door of the shed and fall head over heels ... | Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out. But no light that could be observed shows from us. We sit opposite one another, Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby coats, cooking a goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Tjaden." | Katczinsky | Kat laughs, and simply says:<|quote|>"Tjaden."</|quote|>I agree, we will have | taking over to the hut. Kat laughs, and simply says:<|quote|>"Tjaden."</|quote|>I agree, we will have to take it all. So | There is still a lot left. "How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?" "Sure," says he. We carve off a portion and wrap it up carefully in newspaper. The rest we thought of taking over to the hut. Kat laughs, and simply says:<|quote|>"Tjaden."</|quote|>I agree, we will have to take it all. So we go... | each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." We are brothers and press on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left. "How would it be, Kat, if we... | is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like h... | single thought in common--now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, and are so intimate that we do not even speak. It takes a long time to roast a goose, even when it is young and fat. So we take turns. One bastes it while the other lies down and sleeps. A grand smell gradually fills the hut. The noises wi... | deep breath and become calmer. Then I hold my breath, whip up the revolver, it cracks, the dog leaps howling to one side, I make for the door of the shed and fall head over heels over one of the damned geese. At full speed I seize it again, and with a swing toss it over the wall and clamber up. No sooner am I on top th... | before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky. A little soldier and a clear voice, and if anyone were to caress him he would hardly understand, this soldier with the big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I agree, we will have to take it all. So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and ... | No speaker | laughs, and simply says: "Tjaden."<|quote|>I agree, we will have to take it all. So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gn... | over to the hut. Kat laughs, and simply says: "Tjaden."<|quote|>I agree, we will have to take it all. So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like ... | is still a lot left. "How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?" "Sure," says he. We carve off a portion and wrap it up carefully in newspaper. The rest we thought of taking over to the hut. Kat laughs, and simply says: "Tjaden."<|quote|>I agree, we will have to take it all. So we go off to the fo... | cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." We are brothers and press on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left. "How would it be, Kat, if we took... | a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home... | thought in common--now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, and are so intimate that we do not even speak. It takes a long time to roast a goose, even when it is young and fat. So we take turns. One bastes it while the other lies down and sleeps. A grand smell gradually fills the hut. The noises without i... | breath and become calmer. Then I hold my breath, whip up the revolver, it cracks, the dog leaps howling to one side, I make for the door of the shed and fall head over heels over one of the damned geese. At full speed I seize it again, and with a swing toss it over the wall and clamber up. No sooner am I on top than th... | noises without increase in volume, pass into my dream and yet linger in my memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat dip and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"May I never forget you!" | Tjaden | pot and smacks his lips:<|quote|>"May I never forget you!"</|quote|>We go to our hut. | drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips:<|quote|>"May I never forget you!"</|quote|>We go to our hut. Again there is the lofty | to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips:<|quote|>"May I never forget you!"</|quote|>We go to our hu... | Kropp and Tjaden?" "Sure," says he. We carve off a portion and wrap it up carefully in newspaper. The rest we thought of taking over to the hut. Kat laughs, and simply says: "Tjaden." I agree, we will have to take it all. So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and ... | to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?... | volume, pass into my dream and yet linger in my memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat dip and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and knapsa... | than the dog is up again as lively as ever and springs at me. Quickly I let myself drop. Ten paces away stands Kat with the goose under his arm. As soon as he sees me we run. At last we can take a breather. The goose is dead, Kat saw to that in a moment. We intend to roast it, without telling anybody. I fetch a stove a... | another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of him? formerly we should not have had a single thought in common--now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, and are so intimate that we do not even speak. It... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
We go to our hut. Again there is the lofty sky with the stars and the oncoming dawn, and I pass on beneath it, a soldier with big boots and a full belly, a little soldier in the early morning--but by my side, stooping and angular, goes Kat, my comrade. The outlines of the huts are upon us in the dawn like a dark, dee... | No speaker | "May I never forget you!"<|quote|>We go to our hut. Again there is the lofty sky with the stars and the oncoming dawn, and I pass on beneath it, a soldier with big boots and a full belly, a little soldier in the early morning--but by my side, stooping and angular, goes Kat, my comrade. The outlines of the huts are up... | pot and smacks his lips: "May I never forget you!"<|quote|>We go to our hut. Again there is the lofty sky with the stars and the oncoming dawn, and I pass on beneath it, a soldier with big boots and a full belly, a little soldier in the early morning--but by my side, stooping and angular, goes Kat, my comrade. The ou... | we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "May I never forget you!"<|quote|>We go to our hut. Again there is the lofty sky ... | he. We carve off a portion and wrap it up carefully in newspaper. The rest we thought of taking over to the hut. Kat laughs, and simply says: "Tjaden." I agree, we will have to take it all. So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then... | says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With it we have army bread dipped in gravy. We eat slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." We are... | and yet linger in my memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat dip and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and knapsack, taking the road that li... | again as lively as ever and springs at me. Quickly I let myself drop. Ten paces away stands Kat with the goose under his arm. As soon as he sees me we run. At last we can take a breather. The goose is dead, Kat saw to that in a moment. We intend to roast it, without telling anybody. I fetch a stove and wood from the hu... | goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have. We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hea... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"That's a good preparation for the offensive," | Müller | are at least a hundred.<|quote|>"That's a good preparation for the offensive,"</|quote|>says Müller astonished. "They're for | pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred.<|quote|>"That's a good preparation for the offensive,"</|quote|>says Müller astonished. "They're for us," growls Detering. "Don't talk | go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred.<|quote|>"That's a good preparation for the offens... | soldier with big boots and a full belly, a little soldier in the early morning--but by my side, stooping and angular, goes Kat, my comrade. The outlines of the huts are upon us in the dawn like a dark, deep sleep. CHAPTER VI There are rumours of an offensive. We go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the wa... | and simply says: "Tjaden." I agree, we will have to take it all. So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks ... | Beyond the sky-line is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow ... | cushions out of them with the inscription: "Sleep soft under shell fire." The sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must ha... | slowly and with gusto. "How does it taste, Kat?" "Good! And yours?" "Good, Kat." We are brothers and press on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left. "How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?" "Sure," says he. We carve off a porti... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Müller astonished. | No speaker | good preparation for the offensive,"<|quote|>says Müller astonished.</|quote|>"They're for us," growls Detering. | least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive,"<|quote|>says Müller astonished.</|quote|>"They're for us," growls Detering. "Don't talk rot," says Kat | earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive,"<|quote|>says Müller astonished... | belly, a little soldier in the early morning--but by my side, stooping and angular, goes Kat, my comrade. The outlines of the huts are upon us in the dawn like a dark, deep sleep. CHAPTER VI There are rumours of an offensive. We go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. ... | will have to take it all. So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "... | flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gen... | "Sleep soft under shell fire." The sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-ta... | sleeps. A grand smell gradually fills the hut. The noises without increase in volume, pass into my dream and yet linger in my memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat dip and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utt... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"They're for us," | Detering | the offensive," says Müller astonished.<|quote|>"They're for us,"</|quote|>growls Detering. "Don't talk rot," | "That's a good preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished.<|quote|>"They're for us,"</|quote|>growls Detering. "Don't talk rot," says Kat to him angrily. | On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished.<|quote|>"They're for us,"<... | soldier in the early morning--but by my side, stooping and angular, goes Kat, my comrade. The outlines of the huts are upon us in the dawn like a dark, deep sleep. CHAPTER VI There are rumours of an offensive. We go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up again... | take it all. So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "May I never f... | still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and... | shell fire." The sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns... | forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky. A little soldier and a clear voice, and if anyone were to caress him he would hardly understand, this soldier with the big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has forgotten all else but marching. Beyond th... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
growls Detering. | No speaker | Müller astonished. "They're for us,"<|quote|>growls Detering.</|quote|>"Don't talk rot," says Kat | preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished. "They're for us,"<|quote|>growls Detering.</|quote|>"Don't talk rot," says Kat to him angrily. "You be | we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished. "They're for us,"<|quote|>growls Dete... | early morning--but by my side, stooping and angular, goes Kat, my comrade. The outlines of the huts are upon us in the dawn like a dark, deep sleep. CHAPTER VI There are rumours of an offensive. We go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer s... | So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "May I never forget you!" W... | would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to ... | sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out. But no lig... | on one another the choicest pieces. Afterwards I smoke a cigarette and Kat a cigar. There is still a lot left. "How would it be, Kat, if we took a bit to Kropp and Tjaden?" "Sure," says he. We carve off a portion and wrap it up carefully in newspaper. The rest we thought of taking over to the hut. Kat laughs, and si... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Don't talk rot," | Katczinsky | "They're for us," growls Detering.<|quote|>"Don't talk rot,"</|quote|>says Kat to him angrily. | the offensive," says Müller astonished. "They're for us," growls Detering.<|quote|>"Don't talk rot,"</|quote|>says Kat to him angrily. "You be thankful if you | a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished. "They're for us," growls Detering.<|quote|>"D... | by my side, stooping and angular, goes Kat, my comrade. The outlines of the huts are upon us in the dawn like a dark, deep sleep. CHAPTER VI There are rumours of an offensive. We go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high doubl... | go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "May I never forget you!" We go t... | to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. T... | the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out. But no light that c... | hut. Kat laughs, and simply says: "Tjaden." I agree, we will have to take it all. So we go off to the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and g... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kat to him angrily. | No speaker | growls Detering. "Don't talk rot,"<|quote|>says Kat to him angrily.</|quote|>"You be thankful if you | Müller astonished. "They're for us," growls Detering. "Don't talk rot,"<|quote|>says Kat to him angrily.</|quote|>"You be thankful if you get so much as a | Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished. "They're for us," growls Detering. "Don't talk rot,"<|quote|>says Kat... | stooping and angular, goes Kat, my comrade. The outlines of the huts are upon us in the dawn like a dark, deep sleep. CHAPTER VI There are rumours of an offensive. We go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of ye... | the fowl-house to wake them. But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "May I never forget you!" We go to our hut.... | are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "I... | the front penetrates into our refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out. But no light that could be observed s... | that we do not even speak. It takes a long time to roast a goose, even when it is young and fat. So we take turns. One bastes it while the other lies down and sleeps. A grand smell gradually fills the hut. The noises without increase in volume, pass into my dream and yet linger in my memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You be thankful if you get so much as a coffin," | Tjaden | says Kat to him angrily.<|quote|>"You be thankful if you get so much as a coffin,"</|quote|>grins Tjaden, "they'll slip you | growls Detering. "Don't talk rot," says Kat to him angrily.<|quote|>"You be thankful if you get so much as a coffin,"</|quote|>grins Tjaden, "they'll slip you a water-proof sheet for your | side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished. "They're for us," growls Detering. "Don't talk rot," says Kat to him angrily.<|quote|>"You be thank... | my comrade. The outlines of the huts are upon us in the dawn like a dark, deep sleep. CHAPTER VI There are rumours of an offensive. We go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coff... | But first we pack away the feathers. Kropp and Tjaden take us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "May I never forget you!" We go to our hut. Again there is the lofty sk... | has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I ... | refuge. The glow of the fire lights up our faces, shadows dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out. But no light that could be observed shows from us. We sit opposite ... | hut. The noises without increase in volume, pass into my dream and yet linger in my memory. In a half sleep I watch Kat dip and raise the ladle. I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure--and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a so... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
grins Tjaden, | No speaker | so much as a coffin,"<|quote|>grins Tjaden,</|quote|>"they'll slip you a water-proof | be thankful if you get so much as a coffin,"<|quote|>grins Tjaden,</|quote|>"they'll slip you a water-proof sheet for your old Aunt | They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished. "They're for us," growls Detering. "Don't talk rot," says Kat to him angrily. "You be thankful if you get so much as a coffin,"<|quote|>grins Tjaden,</|quote|>"they'll ... | the dawn like a dark, deep sleep. CHAPTER VI There are rumours of an offensive. We go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the fore... | us for magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "May I never forget you!" We go to our hut. Again there is the lofty sky with the stars and the oncoming dawn, and I pass on benea... | him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out... | dance on the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out. But no light that could be observed shows from us. We sit opposite one another, Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby coats, cook... | big boots and shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has forgotten all else but marching. Beyond the sky-line is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are no... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"they'll slip you a water-proof sheet for your old Aunt Sally of a carcase." | Tjaden | as a coffin," grins Tjaden,<|quote|>"they'll slip you a water-proof sheet for your old Aunt Sally of a carcase."</|quote|>The others jest too, unpleasant | if you get so much as a coffin," grins Tjaden,<|quote|>"they'll slip you a water-proof sheet for your old Aunt Sally of a carcase."</|quote|>The others jest too, unpleasant jests, but what else can | smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished. "They're for us," growls Detering. "Don't talk rot," says Kat to him angrily. "You be thankful if you get so much as a coffin," grins Tjaden,<|quote|>"they'll slip you a water-pro... | like a dark, deep sleep. CHAPTER VI There are rumours of an offensive. We go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There... | magicians. Then they get busy with their teeth. Tjaden holds a wing in his mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "May I never forget you!" We go to our hut. Again there is the lofty sky with the stars and the oncoming dawn, and I pass on beneath it, ... | not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our coll... | the wall. Sometimes a heavy crash and the hut shivers. Aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out. But no light that could be observed shows from us. We sit opposite one another, Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby coats, cooking a goo... | is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them--perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there? Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like h... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
The others jest too, unpleasant jests, but what else can a man do?--The coffins are really for us. The organization surpasses itself in that kind of thing. Ahead of us everything is simmering. The first night we try to get our bearings. When it is fairly quiet we can hear the transports behind the enemy lines rolli... | No speaker | Aunt Sally of a carcase."<|quote|>The others jest too, unpleasant jests, but what else can a man do?--The coffins are really for us. The organization surpasses itself in that kind of thing. Ahead of us everything is simmering. The first night we try to get our bearings. When it is fairly quiet we can hear the trans... | water-proof sheet for your old Aunt Sally of a carcase."<|quote|>The others jest too, unpleasant jests, but what else can a man do?--The coffins are really for us. The organization surpasses itself in that kind of thing. Ahead of us everything is simmering. The first night we try to get our bearings. When it is fai... | "That's a good preparation for the offensive," says Müller astonished. "They're for us," growls Detering. "Don't talk rot," says Kat to him angrily. "You be thankful if you get so much as a coffin," grins Tjaden, "they'll slip you a water-proof sheet for your old Aunt Sally of a carcase."<|quote|>The others jest too, u... | go up to the front two days earlier than usual. On the way we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. They still smell of fir, and pine, and the forest. There are at least a hundred. "That's a good preparation for the offensive," sa... | mouth with both hands like a mouth-organ, and gnaws. He drinks the gravy from the pot and smacks his lips: "May I never forget you!" We go to our hut. Again there is the lofty sky with the stars and the oncoming dawn, and I pass on beneath it, a soldier with big boots and a full belly, a little soldier in the early mo... | stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire. Then he says: "It's done." "Yes, Kat." I stir myself. In the middle of the room shines the brown goose. We take out our collapsible forks and our pocket-knives and each cuts off a leg. With... | hear a stifled cry. A hut must have been hit. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out. But no light that could be observed shows from us. We sit opposite one another, Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby coats, cooking a goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but I believe we have a more ... | stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and knapsack, taking the road that lies before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky. A little soldier and a clear voice, and if anyone were to care... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"It will be like the Somme," | Katczinsky | and avoid each other's eyes.<|quote|>"It will be like the Somme,"</|quote|>says Kat gloomily. "There we | cease. We have tired faces and avoid each other's eyes.<|quote|>"It will be like the Somme,"</|quote|>says Kat gloomily. "There we were shelled steadily for seven | as soon as the first shadow appears. Dawn approaches without anything happening--only the everlasting, nerve-wracking roll behind the enemy lines, trains, trains, lorries, lorries; but what are they concentrating? Our artillery fires on it continually, but still it does not cease. We have tired faces and avoid each oth... | other fellow's belly to pull it out again; and in the interval he may easily get one himself. And what's more the blade often gets broken off. At night they send over gas. We expect the attack to follow and lie with our masks on, ready to tear them off as soon as the first shadow appears. Dawn approaches without anythi... | them away and give them the ordinary kind. But the bayonet has practically lost its importance. It is usually the fashion now to charge with bombs and spades only. The sharpened spade is a more handy and many-sided weapon; not only can it be used for jabbing a man under the chin, but it is much better for striking with... | morning the remainder of the bread on the floor has been carried off. In the adjoining sector they attacked two large cats and a dog, bit them to death and devoured them. Next day there is an issue of Edamer cheese. Each man gets almost a quarter of a cheese. In one way that is all to the good, for Edamer is tasty--but... | to pieces by a direct hit. I went back to the second and arrived just in time to lend a hand digging it out. In the interval it had been buried. It is just as much a matter of chance that I am still alive as that I might have been hit. In a bomb-proof dug-out I may be smashed to atoms and in the open may survive ten ho... | and suspended his bread from it. During the night when he switched on his pocket-torch he saw the wire swinging to and fro. On the bread was riding a fat rat. At last we put a stop to it. We cannot afford to throw the bread away, because already we have practically nothing left to eat in the morning, so we carefully cu... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kat gloomily. | No speaker | will be like the Somme,"<|quote|>says Kat gloomily.</|quote|>"There we were shelled steadily | avoid each other's eyes. "It will be like the Somme,"<|quote|>says Kat gloomily.</|quote|>"There we were shelled steadily for seven days and nights." | appears. Dawn approaches without anything happening--only the everlasting, nerve-wracking roll behind the enemy lines, trains, trains, lorries, lorries; but what are they concentrating? Our artillery fires on it continually, but still it does not cease. We have tired faces and avoid each other's eyes. "It will be like ... | out again; and in the interval he may easily get one himself. And what's more the blade often gets broken off. At night they send over gas. We expect the attack to follow and lie with our masks on, ready to tear them off as soon as the first shadow appears. Dawn approaches without anything happening--only the everlasti... | ordinary kind. But the bayonet has practically lost its importance. It is usually the fashion now to charge with bombs and spades only. The sharpened spade is a more handy and many-sided weapon; not only can it be used for jabbing a man under the chin, but it is much better for striking with because of its greater weig... | on the floor has been carried off. In the adjoining sector they attacked two large cats and a dog, bit them to death and devoured them. Next day there is an issue of Edamer cheese. Each man gets almost a quarter of a cheese. In one way that is all to the good, for Edamer is tasty--but in another way it is vile, because... | I went back to the second and arrived just in time to lend a hand digging it out. In the interval it had been buried. It is just as much a matter of chance that I am still alive as that I might have been hit. In a bomb-proof dug-out I may be smashed to atoms and in the open may survive ten hours' bombardment unscathed.... | way that is all to the good, for Edamer is tasty--but in another way it is vile, because the fat red balls have long been a sign of a bad time coming. Our forebodings increase as rum is served out. We drink it of course; but are not greatly comforted. For days we loaf about and make war on the rats. Ammunition and hand... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"There we were shelled steadily for seven days and nights." | Katczinsky | the Somme," says Kat gloomily.<|quote|>"There we were shelled steadily for seven days and nights."</|quote|>Kat has lost all his | eyes. "It will be like the Somme," says Kat gloomily.<|quote|>"There we were shelled steadily for seven days and nights."</|quote|>Kat has lost all his fun since we have been | without anything happening--only the everlasting, nerve-wracking roll behind the enemy lines, trains, trains, lorries, lorries; but what are they concentrating? Our artillery fires on it continually, but still it does not cease. We have tired faces and avoid each other's eyes. "It will be like the Somme," says Kat gloo... | in the interval he may easily get one himself. And what's more the blade often gets broken off. At night they send over gas. We expect the attack to follow and lie with our masks on, ready to tear them off as soon as the first shadow appears. Dawn approaches without anything happening--only the everlasting, nerve-wrack... | the bayonet has practically lost its importance. It is usually the fashion now to charge with bombs and spades only. The sharpened spade is a more handy and many-sided weapon; not only can it be used for jabbing a man under the chin, but it is much better for striking with because of its greater weight, and if one hits... | has been carried off. In the adjoining sector they attacked two large cats and a dog, bit them to death and devoured them. Next day there is an issue of Edamer cheese. Each man gets almost a quarter of a cheese. In one way that is all to the good, for Edamer is tasty--but in another way it is vile, because the fat red ... | to the second and arrived just in time to lend a hand digging it out. In the interval it had been buried. It is just as much a matter of chance that I am still alive as that I might have been hit. In a bomb-proof dug-out I may be smashed to atoms and in the open may survive ten hours' bombardment unscathed. No soldier ... | Nevertheless, before morning the remainder of the bread on the floor has been carried off. In the adjoining sector they attacked two large cats and a dog, bit them to death and devoured them. Next day there is an issue of Edamer cheese. Each man gets almost a quarter of a cheese. In one way that is all to the good, for... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Kat has lost all his fun since we have been here, which is bad, for Kat is an old front-hog, and can smell what is coming. Only Tjaden seems pleased with the good rations and the rum; he thinks we might even go back to rest without anything happening at all. It almost looks like it. Day after day passes. At night I... | No speaker | for seven days and nights."<|quote|>Kat has lost all his fun since we have been here, which is bad, for Kat is an old front-hog, and can smell what is coming. Only Tjaden seems pleased with the good rations and the rum; he thinks we might even go back to rest without anything happening at all. It almost looks like it... | "There we were shelled steadily for seven days and nights."<|quote|>Kat has lost all his fun since we have been here, which is bad, for Kat is an old front-hog, and can smell what is coming. Only Tjaden seems pleased with the good rations and the rum; he thinks we might even go back to rest without anything happening ... | lines, trains, trains, lorries, lorries; but what are they concentrating? Our artillery fires on it continually, but still it does not cease. We have tired faces and avoid each other's eyes. "It will be like the Somme," says Kat gloomily. "There we were shelled steadily for seven days and nights."<|quote|>Kat has lost ... | what's more the blade often gets broken off. At night they send over gas. We expect the attack to follow and lie with our masks on, ready to tear them off as soon as the first shadow appears. Dawn approaches without anything happening--only the everlasting, nerve-wracking roll behind the enemy lines, trains, trains, lo... | the fashion now to charge with bombs and spades only. The sharpened spade is a more handy and many-sided weapon; not only can it be used for jabbing a man under the chin, but it is much better for striking with because of its greater weight, and if one hits between the neck and shoulder it easily cleaves as far down as... | two large cats and a dog, bit them to death and devoured them. Next day there is an issue of Edamer cheese. Each man gets almost a quarter of a cheese. In one way that is all to the good, for Edamer is tasty--but in another way it is vile, because the fat red balls have long been a sign of a bad time coming. Our forebo... | a hand digging it out. In the interval it had been buried. It is just as much a matter of chance that I am still alive as that I might have been hit. In a bomb-proof dug-out I may be smashed to atoms and in the open may survive ten hours' bombardment unscathed. No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier ... | But the bayonet has practically lost its importance. It is usually the fashion now to charge with bombs and spades only. The sharpened spade is a more handy and many-sided weapon; not only can it be used for jabbing a man under the chin, but it is much better for striking with because of its greater weight, and if one ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Where are you going?" | Paul | I intercept him and say:<|quote|>"Where are you going?"</|quote|>"I'll be back in a | then glides towards the door. I intercept him and say:<|quote|>"Where are you going?"</|quote|>"I'll be back in a minute," says he, and tries | protruding eyes, we know them too well. During the last few hours he has had merely the appearance of calm. He had collapsed like a rotten tree. Now he stands up, stealthily creeps across the floor, hesitates a moment and then glides towards the door. I intercept him and say:<|quote|>"Where are you going?"</|quote|>"I'... | artillery lines. It is a mystery where the enemy gets all his shells. We wait and wait. By midday what I expected happens. One of the recruits has a fit. I have been watching him for a long time, grinding his teeth and opening and shutting his fists. These hunted, protruding eyes, we know them too well. During the last... | madness and despair of many hours unloads itself in this outburst. Faces are distorted, arms strike out, the beasts scream; we just stop in time to avoid attacking one another. The onslaught has exhausted us. We lie down to wait again. It is a marvel that our post has had no casualties so far. It is one of the few deep... | do not disabuse them; we know that food is as important as ammunition and only for that reason must be brought up. But it miscarries. A second party goes out, and it also turns back. Finally Kat tries, and even he reappears without accomplishing anything. No one gets through, not even a fly is small enough to get throu... | other in the momentary flashes of light, and with pale faces and pressed lips shake our heads. Every man is aware of the heavy shells tearing down the parapet, rooting up the embankment and demolishing the upper layers of concrete. When a shell lands in the trench we note how the hollow, furious blast is like a blow fr... | up. But it miscarries. A second party goes out, and it also turns back. Finally Kat tries, and even he reappears without accomplishing anything. No one gets through, not even a fly is small enough to get through such a barrage. We pull in our belts tighter and chew every mouthful three times as long. Still the food doe... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says he, and tries to push past me. | No speaker | be back in a minute,"<|quote|>says he, and tries to push past me.</|quote|>"Wait a bit, the shelling | "Where are you going?" "I'll be back in a minute,"<|quote|>says he, and tries to push past me.</|quote|>"Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon." He listens | few hours he has had merely the appearance of calm. He had collapsed like a rotten tree. Now he stands up, stealthily creeps across the floor, hesitates a moment and then glides towards the door. I intercept him and say: "Where are you going?" "I'll be back in a minute,"<|quote|>says he, and tries to push past me.</|qu... | all his shells. We wait and wait. By midday what I expected happens. One of the recruits has a fit. I have been watching him for a long time, grinding his teeth and opening and shutting his fists. These hunted, protruding eyes, we know them too well. During the last few hours he has had merely the appearance of calm. H... | outburst. Faces are distorted, arms strike out, the beasts scream; we just stop in time to avoid attacking one another. The onslaught has exhausted us. We lie down to wait again. It is a marvel that our post has had no casualties so far. It is one of the few deep dug-outs. A corporal creeps in; he has a loaf of bread w... | important as ammunition and only for that reason must be brought up. But it miscarries. A second party goes out, and it also turns back. Finally Kat tries, and even he reappears without accomplishing anything. No one gets through, not even a fly is small enough to get through such a barrage. We pull in our belts tighte... | faces and pressed lips shake our heads. Every man is aware of the heavy shells tearing down the parapet, rooting up the embankment and demolishing the upper layers of concrete. When a shell lands in the trench we note how the hollow, furious blast is like a blow from the paw of a raging beast of prey. Already by mornin... | the bombardment continues. Slowly we become mute. Hardly a man speaks. We cannot make ourselves understood. Our trench is almost gone. At many places it is only eighteen inches high, it is broken by holes, and craters, and mountains of earth. A shell lands square in front of our post. At once it is dark. We are buried ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon." | Paul | tries to push past me.<|quote|>"Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon."</|quote|>He listens and for a | a minute," says he, and tries to push past me.<|quote|>"Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon."</|quote|>He listens and for a moment his eye becomes clear. | of calm. He had collapsed like a rotten tree. Now he stands up, stealthily creeps across the floor, hesitates a moment and then glides towards the door. I intercept him and say: "Where are you going?" "I'll be back in a minute," says he, and tries to push past me.<|quote|>"Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon."</|qu... | midday what I expected happens. One of the recruits has a fit. I have been watching him for a long time, grinding his teeth and opening and shutting his fists. These hunted, protruding eyes, we know them too well. During the last few hours he has had merely the appearance of calm. He had collapsed like a rotten tree. N... | beasts scream; we just stop in time to avoid attacking one another. The onslaught has exhausted us. We lie down to wait again. It is a marvel that our post has had no casualties so far. It is one of the few deep dug-outs. A corporal creeps in; he has a loaf of bread with him. Three people have had the luck to get throu... | must be brought up. But it miscarries. A second party goes out, and it also turns back. Finally Kat tries, and even he reappears without accomplishing anything. No one gets through, not even a fly is small enough to get through such a barrage. We pull in our belts tighter and chew every mouthful three times as long. St... | man is aware of the heavy shells tearing down the parapet, rooting up the embankment and demolishing the upper layers of concrete. When a shell lands in the trench we note how the hollow, furious blast is like a blow from the paw of a raging beast of prey. Already by morning a few of the recruits are green and vomiting... | shell lands square in front of our post. At once it is dark. We are buried and must dig ourselves out. After an hour the entrance is clear again, and we are calmer because we have had something to do. Our company commander scrambles in and reports that two dug-outs are gone. The recruits calm themselves when they see h... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
He listens and for a moment his eye becomes clear. Then again he has the glowering eyes of a mad dog, he is silent, he shoves me aside. | No speaker | the shelling will stop soon."<|quote|>He listens and for a moment his eye becomes clear. Then again he has the glowering eyes of a mad dog, he is silent, he shoves me aside.</|quote|>"One minute, lad," I say. | past me. "Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon."<|quote|>He listens and for a moment his eye becomes clear. Then again he has the glowering eyes of a mad dog, he is silent, he shoves me aside.</|quote|>"One minute, lad," I say. Kat notices. Just as the | tree. Now he stands up, stealthily creeps across the floor, hesitates a moment and then glides towards the door. I intercept him and say: "Where are you going?" "I'll be back in a minute," says he, and tries to push past me. "Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon."<|quote|>He listens and for a moment his eye becomes ... | recruits has a fit. I have been watching him for a long time, grinding his teeth and opening and shutting his fists. These hunted, protruding eyes, we know them too well. During the last few hours he has had merely the appearance of calm. He had collapsed like a rotten tree. Now he stands up, stealthily creeps across t... | avoid attacking one another. The onslaught has exhausted us. We lie down to wait again. It is a marvel that our post has had no casualties so far. It is one of the few deep dug-outs. A corporal creeps in; he has a loaf of bread with him. Three people have had the luck to get through during the night and bring some prov... | second party goes out, and it also turns back. Finally Kat tries, and even he reappears without accomplishing anything. No one gets through, not even a fly is small enough to get through such a barrage. We pull in our belts tighter and chew every mouthful three times as long. Still the food does not last out; we are da... | down the parapet, rooting up the embankment and demolishing the upper layers of concrete. When a shell lands in the trench we note how the hollow, furious blast is like a blow from the paw of a raging beast of prey. Already by morning a few of the recruits are green and vomiting. They are too inexperienced. Slowly the ... | from time to time I nibble at it. * * The night is unbearable. We cannot sleep, but stare ahead of us and doze. Tjaden regrets that we wasted the gnawed pieces of bread on the rats. We would gladly have them again to eat now. We are short of water, too, but not seriously yet. Towards morning, while it is still dark, th... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"One minute, lad," | Paul | silent, he shoves me aside.<|quote|>"One minute, lad,"</|quote|>I say. Kat notices. Just | a mad dog, he is silent, he shoves me aside.<|quote|>"One minute, lad,"</|quote|>I say. Kat notices. Just as the recruit shakes me | "I'll be back in a minute," says he, and tries to push past me. "Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon." He listens and for a moment his eye becomes clear. Then again he has the glowering eyes of a mad dog, he is silent, he shoves me aside.<|quote|>"One minute, lad,"</|quote|>I say. Kat notices. Just as the recrui... | them too well. During the last few hours he has had merely the appearance of calm. He had collapsed like a rotten tree. Now he stands up, stealthily creeps across the floor, hesitates a moment and then glides towards the door. I intercept him and say: "Where are you going?" "I'll be back in a minute," says he, and trie... | It is one of the few deep dug-outs. A corporal creeps in; he has a loaf of bread with him. Three people have had the luck to get through during the night and bring some provisions. They say the bombardment extends undiminished as far as the artillery lines. It is a mystery where the enemy gets all his shells. We wait a... | small enough to get through such a barrage. We pull in our belts tighter and chew every mouthful three times as long. Still the food does not last out; we are damnably hungry. I take out a scrap of bread, eat the white and put the crust back in my knapsack; from time to time I nibble at it. * * The night is unbearable.... | is like a blow from the paw of a raging beast of prey. Already by morning a few of the recruits are green and vomiting. They are too inexperienced. Slowly the grey light trickles into the post and pales the flashes of the shells. Morning is come. The explosion of mines mingles with the gun-fire. That is the most dement... | in front of our post. At once it is dark. We are buried and must dig ourselves out. After an hour the entrance is clear again, and we are calmer because we have had something to do. Our company commander scrambles in and reports that two dug-outs are gone. The recruits calm themselves when they see him. He says that an... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say. Kat notices. Just as the recruit shakes me off Kat jumps in and we hold him. Then he begins to rave: | No speaker | me aside. "One minute, lad,"<|quote|>I say. Kat notices. Just as the recruit shakes me off Kat jumps in and we hold him. Then he begins to rave:</|quote|>"Leave me alone, let me | he is silent, he shoves me aside. "One minute, lad,"<|quote|>I say. Kat notices. Just as the recruit shakes me off Kat jumps in and we hold him. Then he begins to rave:</|quote|>"Leave me alone, let me go out, I will go | in a minute," says he, and tries to push past me. "Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon." He listens and for a moment his eye becomes clear. Then again he has the glowering eyes of a mad dog, he is silent, he shoves me aside. "One minute, lad,"<|quote|>I say. Kat notices. Just as the recruit shakes me off Kat jum... | During the last few hours he has had merely the appearance of calm. He had collapsed like a rotten tree. Now he stands up, stealthily creeps across the floor, hesitates a moment and then glides towards the door. I intercept him and say: "Where are you going?" "I'll be back in a minute," says he, and tries to push past ... | of the few deep dug-outs. A corporal creeps in; he has a loaf of bread with him. Three people have had the luck to get through during the night and bring some provisions. They say the bombardment extends undiminished as far as the artillery lines. It is a mystery where the enemy gets all his shells. We wait and wait. B... | get through such a barrage. We pull in our belts tighter and chew every mouthful three times as long. Still the food does not last out; we are damnably hungry. I take out a scrap of bread, eat the white and put the crust back in my knapsack; from time to time I nibble at it. * * The night is unbearable. We cannot sleep... | blow from the paw of a raging beast of prey. Already by morning a few of the recruits are green and vomiting. They are too inexperienced. Slowly the grey light trickles into the post and pales the flashes of the shells. Morning is come. The explosion of mines mingles with the gun-fire. That is the most dementing convul... | down to wait again. It is a marvel that our post has had no casualties so far. It is one of the few deep dug-outs. A corporal creeps in; he has a loaf of bread with him. Three people have had the luck to get through during the night and bring some provisions. They say the bombardment extends undiminished as far as the ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
He won't listen to anything and hits out, his mouth is wet and pours out words, half choked, meaningless words. It is a case of claustrophobia, he feels as though he is suffocating here and wants to get out at any price. If we let him go he would run about everywhere regardless of cover. He is not the first. Though... | No speaker | out, I will go out!"<|quote|>He won't listen to anything and hits out, his mouth is wet and pours out words, half choked, meaningless words. It is a case of claustrophobia, he feels as though he is suffocating here and wants to get out at any price. If we let him go he would run about everywhere regardless of cover. ... | me alone, let me go out, I will go out!"<|quote|>He won't listen to anything and hits out, his mouth is wet and pours out words, half choked, meaningless words. It is a case of claustrophobia, he feels as though he is suffocating here and wants to get out at any price. If we let him go he would run about everywhere r... | glowering eyes of a mad dog, he is silent, he shoves me aside. "One minute, lad," I say. Kat notices. Just as the recruit shakes me off Kat jumps in and we hold him. Then he begins to rave: "Leave me alone, let me go out, I will go out!"<|quote|>He won't listen to anything and hits out, his mouth is wet and pours ou... | glides towards the door. I intercept him and say: "Where are you going?" "I'll be back in a minute," says he, and tries to push past me. "Wait a bit, the shelling will stop soon." He listens and for a moment his eye becomes clear. Then again he has the glowering eyes of a mad dog, he is silent, he shoves me aside. "On... | say the bombardment extends undiminished as far as the artillery lines. It is a mystery where the enemy gets all his shells. We wait and wait. By midday what I expected happens. One of the recruits has a fit. I have been watching him for a long time, grinding his teeth and opening and shutting his fists. These hunted, ... | scrap of bread, eat the white and put the crust back in my knapsack; from time to time I nibble at it. * * The night is unbearable. We cannot sleep, but stare ahead of us and doze. Tjaden regrets that we wasted the gnawed pieces of bread on the rats. We would gladly have them again to eat now. We are short of water, to... | and pales the flashes of the shells. Morning is come. The explosion of mines mingles with the gun-fire. That is the most dementing convulsion of all. The whole region where they go up becomes one grave. The reliefs go out, the observers stagger in, covered with dirt, and trembling. One lies down in silence in the corne... | as long. Still the food does not last out; we are damnably hungry. I take out a scrap of bread, eat the white and put the crust back in my knapsack; from time to time I nibble at it. * * The night is unbearable. We cannot sleep, but stare ahead of us and doze. Tjaden regrets that we wasted the gnawed pieces of bread on... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is. | No speaker | Haie is, he's got brains."<|quote|>Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is.</|quote|>"Haie, man, she must have | Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains."<|quote|>Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is.</|quote|>"Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----" his thoughts | under the weight of them when we go back. But Haie at least gives a reason. He intends to give them to his girl to supplement her garters. At this the Friesians explode with mirth. They slap their knees: "By Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains."<|quote|>Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he tak... | and retching. * * The nights become quiet and the hunt for copper driving-bands and the silken parachutes of the French star-shells begins. Why the driving-bands are so desirable no one knows exactly. The collectors merely assert that they are valuable. Some have collected so many that they will stoop under the weight ... | cannot fetch them all in, if we did we should not know what to do with them. The shells will bury them. Many have their bellies swollen up like balloons. They hiss, belch, and make movements. The gases in them make noises. The sky is blue and without clouds. In the evening it grows sultry and the heat rises from the ea... | dawn. We scrutinize the field all day with glasses, but discover nothing. On the second day the calls are fainter; that will be because his lips and mouth have become dry. Our company commander has promised special leave with three days extra to anyone who finds him. That is a powerful inducement, but we would do all t... | over the stony landscape, which is full of craters and frozen lights like a moon. The blood beneath my skin brings fear and restlessness into my thoughts. They become feeble and tremble, they desire warmth and life. They cannot endure without sympathy and communion, they are disordered before the naked picture of despa... | only when a man has his mouth close to the ground that it is impossible to gauge the direction of his cry. He must have been badly hit--one of those nasty wounds, neither so severe that they exhaust the body at once and a man dreams on in a half-swoon, nor so light that a man endures the pain in the hope of becoming we... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----" | Tjaden | how much slack there is.<|quote|>"Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----"</|quote|>his thoughts mount somewhat higher, | leg through it to show how much slack there is.<|quote|>"Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----"</|quote|>his thoughts mount somewhat higher, "and a behind too she | with mirth. They slap their knees: "By Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains." Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is.<|quote|>"Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----"</|... | The collectors merely assert that they are valuable. Some have collected so many that they will stoop under the weight of them when we go back. But Haie at least gives a reason. He intends to give them to his girl to supplement her garters. At this the Friesians explode with mirth. They slap their knees: "By Jove thoug... | and make movements. The gases in them make noises. The sky is blue and without clouds. In the evening it grows sultry and the heat rises from the earth. When the wind blows toward us it brings the smell of blood, which is heavy and sweet. This deathly exhalation from the shell holes seems to be a mixture of chloroform ... | commander has promised special leave with three days extra to anyone who finds him. That is a powerful inducement, but we would do all that is possible without that; for his cry is terrible. Kat and Kropp even go out in the afternoon, and Albert gets the lobe of his ear shot off in consequence. It is to no purpose, the... | desire warmth and life. They cannot endure without sympathy and communion, they are disordered before the naked picture of despair. I hear the rattle of the mess-tins and immediately feel a strong desire for warm food; it would do me good and comfort me. Painfully I force myself to wait until I am relieved. Then I go i... | one last gurgling rattle. The days are hot and the dead lie unburied. We cannot fetch them all in, if we did we should not know what to do with them. The shells will bury them. Many have their bellies swollen up like balloons. They hiss, belch, and make movements. The gases in them make noises. The sky is blue and with... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
his thoughts mount somewhat higher, | No speaker | must have legs like, legs----"<|quote|>his thoughts mount somewhat higher,</|quote|>"and a behind too she | there is. "Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----"<|quote|>his thoughts mount somewhat higher,</|quote|>"and a behind too she must have, like a--like an | though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains." Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is. "Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----"<|quote|>his thoughts mount somewhat higher,</|quote|>"... | Some have collected so many that they will stoop under the weight of them when we go back. But Haie at least gives a reason. He intends to give them to his girl to supplement her garters. At this the Friesians explode with mirth. They slap their knees: "By Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains." Tjaden espe... | noises. The sky is blue and without clouds. In the evening it grows sultry and the heat rises from the earth. When the wind blows toward us it brings the smell of blood, which is heavy and sweet. This deathly exhalation from the shell holes seems to be a mixture of chloroform and putrefaction, and fills us with nausea ... | extra to anyone who finds him. That is a powerful inducement, but we would do all that is possible without that; for his cry is terrible. Kat and Kropp even go out in the afternoon, and Albert gets the lobe of his ear shot off in consequence. It is to no purpose, they come back without him. It is easy to understand wha... | sympathy and communion, they are disordered before the naked picture of despair. I hear the rattle of the mess-tins and immediately feel a strong desire for warm food; it would do me good and comfort me. Painfully I force myself to wait until I am relieved. Then I go into the dug-out and find a mug of barley. It is coo... | until dawn. We scrutinize the field all day with glasses, but discover nothing. On the second day the calls are fainter; that will be because his lips and mouth have become dry. Our company commander has promised special leave with three days extra to anyone who finds him. That is a powerful inducement, but we would do... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"and a behind too she must have, like a--like an elephant!" | Tjaden | his thoughts mount somewhat higher,<|quote|>"and a behind too she must have, like a--like an elephant!"</|quote|>He cannot get over it. | must have legs like, legs----" his thoughts mount somewhat higher,<|quote|>"and a behind too she must have, like a--like an elephant!"</|quote|>He cannot get over it. "I wish I could play | is, he's got brains." Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is. "Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----" his thoughts mount somewhat higher,<|quote|>"and a behind too she must have, li... | that they will stoop under the weight of them when we go back. But Haie at least gives a reason. He intends to give them to his girl to supplement her garters. At this the Friesians explode with mirth. They slap their knees: "By Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains." Tjaden especially can hardly contain hi... | and without clouds. In the evening it grows sultry and the heat rises from the earth. When the wind blows toward us it brings the smell of blood, which is heavy and sweet. This deathly exhalation from the shell holes seems to be a mixture of chloroform and putrefaction, and fills us with nausea and retching. * * The ni... | him. That is a powerful inducement, but we would do all that is possible without that; for his cry is terrible. Kat and Kropp even go out in the afternoon, and Albert gets the lobe of his ear shot off in consequence. It is to no purpose, they come back without him. It is easy to understand what he cries. At first he ca... | disordered before the naked picture of despair. I hear the rattle of the mess-tins and immediately feel a strong desire for warm food; it would do me good and comfort me. Painfully I force myself to wait until I am relieved. Then I go into the dug-out and find a mug of barley. It is cooked in fat and tastes good, I eat... | not have such strength to cry out. And if it were any other kind of wound it would be possible to see him moving. He grows gradually hoarser. The voice sounds so desperate that it prevails everywhere. The first night some of our fellows go out three times to look for him. But when they think they have located him and c... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
He cannot get over it. | No speaker | have, like a--like an elephant!"<|quote|>He cannot get over it.</|quote|>"I wish I could play | a behind too she must have, like a--like an elephant!"<|quote|>He cannot get over it.</|quote|>"I wish I could play hot-hand with her once, my | takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is. "Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----" his thoughts mount somewhat higher, "and a behind too she must have, like a--like an elephant!"<|quote|>He cannot get over it.</|quote|>"I wish I coul... | go back. But Haie at least gives a reason. He intends to give them to his girl to supplement her garters. At this the Friesians explode with mirth. They slap their knees: "By Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains." Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand a... | heat rises from the earth. When the wind blows toward us it brings the smell of blood, which is heavy and sweet. This deathly exhalation from the shell holes seems to be a mixture of chloroform and putrefaction, and fills us with nausea and retching. * * The nights become quiet and the hunt for copper driving-bands and... | that is possible without that; for his cry is terrible. Kat and Kropp even go out in the afternoon, and Albert gets the lobe of his ear shot off in consequence. It is to no purpose, they come back without him. It is easy to understand what he cries. At first he called only for help--the second night he must have some d... | of the mess-tins and immediately feel a strong desire for warm food; it would do me good and comfort me. Painfully I force myself to wait until I am relieved. Then I go into the dug-out and find a mug of barley. It is cooked in fat and tastes good, I eat it slowly. I remain quiet, though the others are in a better mood... | he has either a broken pelvis or a shot through the spine. His chest cannot have been injured otherwise he would not have such strength to cry out. And if it were any other kind of wound it would be possible to see him moving. He grows gradually hoarser. The voice sounds so desperate that it prevails everywhere. The fi... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I wish I could play hot-hand with her once, my hat----" | Tjaden | He cannot get over it.<|quote|>"I wish I could play hot-hand with her once, my hat----"</|quote|>Haie beams, proud that his | have, like a--like an elephant!" He cannot get over it.<|quote|>"I wish I could play hot-hand with her once, my hat----"</|quote|>Haie beams, proud that his girl should receive so much | rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is. "Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----" his thoughts mount somewhat higher, "and a behind too she must have, like a--like an elephant!" He cannot get over it.<|quote|>"I wish I could play hot-hand with her once, my ... | least gives a reason. He intends to give them to his girl to supplement her garters. At this the Friesians explode with mirth. They slap their knees: "By Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains." Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then... | When the wind blows toward us it brings the smell of blood, which is heavy and sweet. This deathly exhalation from the shell holes seems to be a mixture of chloroform and putrefaction, and fills us with nausea and retching. * * The nights become quiet and the hunt for copper driving-bands and the silken parachutes of t... | for his cry is terrible. Kat and Kropp even go out in the afternoon, and Albert gets the lobe of his ear shot off in consequence. It is to no purpose, they come back without him. It is easy to understand what he cries. At first he called only for help--the second night he must have some delirium, he talks with his wife... | feel a strong desire for warm food; it would do me good and comfort me. Painfully I force myself to wait until I am relieved. Then I go into the dug-out and find a mug of barley. It is cooked in fat and tastes good, I eat it slowly. I remain quiet, though the others are in a better mood, for the shelling has died down.... | lie unburied. We cannot fetch them all in, if we did we should not know what to do with them. The shells will bury them. Many have their bellies swollen up like balloons. They hiss, belch, and make movements. The gases in them make noises. The sky is blue and without clouds. In the evening it grows sultry and the heat ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Haie beams, proud that his girl should receive so much appreciation. | No speaker | with her once, my hat----"<|quote|>Haie beams, proud that his girl should receive so much appreciation.</|quote|>"She's a nice bit," he | wish I could play hot-hand with her once, my hat----"<|quote|>Haie beams, proud that his girl should receive so much appreciation.</|quote|>"She's a nice bit," he says with self-satisfaction. The parachutes | leg through it to show how much slack there is. "Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----" his thoughts mount somewhat higher, "and a behind too she must have, like a--like an elephant!" He cannot get over it. "I wish I could play hot-hand with her once, my hat----"<|quote|>Haie beams, proud that his girl should re... | girl to supplement her garters. At this the Friesians explode with mirth. They slap their knees: "By Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains." Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there... | blood, which is heavy and sweet. This deathly exhalation from the shell holes seems to be a mixture of chloroform and putrefaction, and fills us with nausea and retching. * * The nights become quiet and the hunt for copper driving-bands and the silken parachutes of the French star-shells begins. Why the driving-bands a... | in the afternoon, and Albert gets the lobe of his ear shot off in consequence. It is to no purpose, they come back without him. It is easy to understand what he cries. At first he called only for help--the second night he must have some delirium, he talks with his wife and his children, we often detect the name Elise. ... | good and comfort me. Painfully I force myself to wait until I am relieved. Then I go into the dug-out and find a mug of barley. It is cooked in fat and tastes good, I eat it slowly. I remain quiet, though the others are in a better mood, for the shelling has died down. * * The days go by and the incredible hours follow... | come back without him. It is easy to understand what he cries. At first he called only for help--the second night he must have some delirium, he talks with his wife and his children, we often detect the name Elise. To-day he merely weeps. By evening the voice dwindles to a croaking. But it persists still through the wh... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"She's a nice bit," | Tjaden | should receive so much appreciation.<|quote|>"She's a nice bit,"</|quote|>he says with self-satisfaction. The | beams, proud that his girl should receive so much appreciation.<|quote|>"She's a nice bit,"</|quote|>he says with self-satisfaction. The parachutes are turned to more | man, she must have legs like, legs----" his thoughts mount somewhat higher, "and a behind too she must have, like a--like an elephant!" He cannot get over it. "I wish I could play hot-hand with her once, my hat----" Haie beams, proud that his girl should receive so much appreciation.<|quote|>"She's a nice bit,"</|quote... | mirth. They slap their knees: "By Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains." Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is. "Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----" his thoughts mo... | shell holes seems to be a mixture of chloroform and putrefaction, and fills us with nausea and retching. * * The nights become quiet and the hunt for copper driving-bands and the silken parachutes of the French star-shells begins. Why the driving-bands are so desirable no one knows exactly. The collectors merely assert... | shot off in consequence. It is to no purpose, they come back without him. It is easy to understand what he cries. At first he called only for help--the second night he must have some delirium, he talks with his wife and his children, we often detect the name Elise. To-day he merely weeps. By evening the voice dwindles ... | I am relieved. Then I go into the dug-out and find a mug of barley. It is cooked in fat and tastes good, I eat it slowly. I remain quiet, though the others are in a better mood, for the shelling has died down. * * The days go by and the incredible hours follow one another as a matter of course. Attacks alternate with c... | come back without him. It is easy to understand what he cries. At first he called only for help--the second night he must have some delirium, he talks with his wife and his children, we often detect the name Elise. To-day he merely weeps. By evening the voice dwindles to a croaking. But it persists still through the wh... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he says with self-satisfaction. The parachutes are turned to more practical uses. According to the size of the bust three or perhaps four will make a blouse. Kropp and I use them as handkerchiefs. The others send them home. If the women could see at what risk these bits of rag are often obtained, they would be hor... | No speaker | appreciation. "She's a nice bit,"<|quote|>he says with self-satisfaction. The parachutes are turned to more practical uses. According to the size of the bust three or perhaps four will make a blouse. Kropp and I use them as handkerchiefs. The others send them home. If the women could see at what risk these bits of... | girl should receive so much appreciation. "She's a nice bit,"<|quote|>he says with self-satisfaction. The parachutes are turned to more practical uses. According to the size of the bust three or perhaps four will make a blouse. Kropp and I use them as handkerchiefs. The others send them home. If the women could se... | legs like, legs----" his thoughts mount somewhat higher, "and a behind too she must have, like a--like an elephant!" He cannot get over it. "I wish I could play hot-hand with her once, my hat----" Haie beams, proud that his girl should receive so much appreciation. "She's a nice bit,"<|quote|>he says with self-satisfac... | knees: "By Jove though, he's a wit, Haie is, he's got brains." Tjaden especially can hardly contain himself; he takes the largest of the rings in his hand and every now and then puts his leg through it to show how much slack there is. "Haie, man, she must have legs like, legs----" his thoughts mount somewhat higher, "a... | be a mixture of chloroform and putrefaction, and fills us with nausea and retching. * * The nights become quiet and the hunt for copper driving-bands and the silken parachutes of the French star-shells begins. Why the driving-bands are so desirable no one knows exactly. The collectors merely assert that they are valuab... | It is to no purpose, they come back without him. It is easy to understand what he cries. At first he called only for help--the second night he must have some delirium, he talks with his wife and his children, we often detect the name Elise. To-day he merely weeps. By evening the voice dwindles to a croaking. But it per... | I go into the dug-out and find a mug of barley. It is cooked in fat and tastes good, I eat it slowly. I remain quiet, though the others are in a better mood, for the shelling has died down. * * The days go by and the incredible hours follow one another as a matter of course. Attacks alternate with counter-attacks and s... | already have long gone to his rest, there comes across to us one last gurgling rattle. The days are hot and the dead lie unburied. We cannot fetch them all in, if we did we should not know what to do with them. The shells will bury them. Many have their bellies swollen up like balloons. They hiss, belch, and make movem... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Where's Himmelstoss?" | Paul | very excited, I suddenly think:<|quote|>"Where's Himmelstoss?"</|quote|>Quickly I jump back into | out again, although I am very excited, I suddenly think:<|quote|>"Where's Himmelstoss?"</|quote|>Quickly I jump back into the dug-out and find him | death with hæmorrhages and suffocation. * * In one part of the trench I suddenly run into Himmelstoss. We dive into the same dug-out. Breathless we are all lying one beside the other waiting for the charge. When we run out again, although I am very excited, I suddenly think:<|quote|>"Where's Himmelstoss?"</|quote|>Quic... | them in a shell hole took their masks off too soon; they did not know that the gas lies longest in the hollows; when they saw others on top without masks they pulled theirs off too and swallowed enough to scorch their lungs. Their condition is hopeless, they choke to death with hæmorrhages and suffocation. * * In one p... | by the arm and lead them away from here where they have no business to be. They wear grey coats and trousers and boots, but for most of them the uniform is far too big, it hangs on their limbs, their shoulders are too narrow, their bodies too slight; no uniform was ever made to these childish measurements. Between five... | able to decide beforehand where they will drop, how they will burst, and how to shelter from them. The young recruits of course know none of these things. They get killed simply because they can hardly tell shrapnel from high-explosive, they are mown down because they are listening anxiously to the roar of the big coal... | Man's Land--we know what for. They grow fat; when we see one we have a crack at it. At night we hear again the rolling behind the enemy lines. All day we have only the normal shelling, so that we are able to repair the trenches. There is always plenty of amusement, the airmen see to that. There are countless fights for... | lump into the throat to see how they go over, and run and fall. A man would like to spank them, they are so stupid, and to take them by the arm and lead them away from here where they have no business to be. They wear grey coats and trousers and boots, but for most of them the uniform is far too big, it hangs on their ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Quickly I jump back into the dug-out and find him with a small scratch lying in a corner pretending to be wounded. His face looks sullen. He is in a panic; he is new to it too. But it makes me mad that the young recruits should be out there and he here. | No speaker | I suddenly think: "Where's Himmelstoss?"<|quote|>Quickly I jump back into the dug-out and find him with a small scratch lying in a corner pretending to be wounded. His face looks sullen. He is in a panic; he is new to it too. But it makes me mad that the young recruits should be out there and he here.</|quote|>"Get o... | although I am very excited, I suddenly think: "Where's Himmelstoss?"<|quote|>Quickly I jump back into the dug-out and find him with a small scratch lying in a corner pretending to be wounded. His face looks sullen. He is in a panic; he is new to it too. But it makes me mad that the young recruits should be out there ... | hæmorrhages and suffocation. * * In one part of the trench I suddenly run into Himmelstoss. We dive into the same dug-out. Breathless we are all lying one beside the other waiting for the charge. When we run out again, although I am very excited, I suddenly think: "Where's Himmelstoss?"<|quote|>Quickly I jump back into... | a shell hole took their masks off too soon; they did not know that the gas lies longest in the hollows; when they saw others on top without masks they pulled theirs off too and swallowed enough to scorch their lungs. Their condition is hopeless, they choke to death with hæmorrhages and suffocation. * * In one part of t... | arm and lead them away from here where they have no business to be. They wear grey coats and trousers and boots, but for most of them the uniform is far too big, it hangs on their limbs, their shoulders are too narrow, their bodies too slight; no uniform was ever made to these childish measurements. Between five and te... | decide beforehand where they will drop, how they will burst, and how to shelter from them. The young recruits of course know none of these things. They get killed simply because they can hardly tell shrapnel from high-explosive, they are mown down because they are listening anxiously to the roar of the big coal-boxes f... | know what for. They grow fat; when we see one we have a crack at it. At night we hear again the rolling behind the enemy lines. All day we have only the normal shelling, so that we are able to repair the trenches. There is always plenty of amusement, the airmen see to that. There are countless fights for us to watch ev... | new regiments, composed of young fellows called up during last year. They have had hardly any training, and are sent into the field with only a theoretical knowledge. They do know what a hand-grenade is, it is true, but they have very little idea of cover, and what is most important of all, have no eye for it. A fold i... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Get out!" | Paul | out there and he here.<|quote|>"Get out!"</|quote|>I spit. He does not | the young recruits should be out there and he here.<|quote|>"Get out!"</|quote|>I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his | back into the dug-out and find him with a small scratch lying in a corner pretending to be wounded. His face looks sullen. He is in a panic; he is new to it too. But it makes me mad that the young recruits should be out there and he here.<|quote|>"Get out!"</|quote|>I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moust... | * * In one part of the trench I suddenly run into Himmelstoss. We dive into the same dug-out. Breathless we are all lying one beside the other waiting for the charge. When we run out again, although I am very excited, I suddenly think: "Where's Himmelstoss?" Quickly I jump back into the dug-out and find him with a smal... | these childish measurements. Between five and ten recruits fall to every old hand. A surprise gas-attack carries off a lot of them. They have not yet learned what to do. We found one dug-out full of them, with blue heads and black lips. Some of them in a shell hole took their masks off too soon; they did not know that ... | coal-boxes falling far in the rear, and miss the light, piping whistle of the low spreading little daisy-cutters. They flock together like sheep instead of scattering, and even the wounded are shot down like hares by the airmen. Their pale turnip faces, their pitiful clenched hands, the miserable courage of these poor ... | to that. There are countless fights for us to watch every day. Battle planes don't trouble us, but the observation planes we hate like the plague; they put the artillery on to us. A couple of minutes after they appear, shrapnel and high-explosives begin to drop on us. We lose eleven men in one day that way, and five of... | narrow, their bodies too slight; no uniform was ever made to these childish measurements. Between five and ten recruits fall to every old hand. A surprise gas-attack carries off a lot of them. They have not yet learned what to do. We found one dug-out full of them, with blue heads and black lips. Some of them in a shel... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches. | No speaker | and he here. "Get out!"<|quote|>I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches.</|quote|>"Out!" I repeat. He draws | recruits should be out there and he here. "Get out!"<|quote|>I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches.</|quote|>"Out!" I repeat. He draws up his legs, crouches back | the dug-out and find him with a small scratch lying in a corner pretending to be wounded. His face looks sullen. He is in a panic; he is new to it too. But it makes me mad that the young recruits should be out there and he here. "Get out!"<|quote|>I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches.</|qu... | In one part of the trench I suddenly run into Himmelstoss. We dive into the same dug-out. Breathless we are all lying one beside the other waiting for the charge. When we run out again, although I am very excited, I suddenly think: "Where's Himmelstoss?" Quickly I jump back into the dug-out and find him with a small sc... | measurements. Between five and ten recruits fall to every old hand. A surprise gas-attack carries off a lot of them. They have not yet learned what to do. We found one dug-out full of them, with blue heads and black lips. Some of them in a shell hole took their masks off too soon; they did not know that the gas lies lo... | far in the rear, and miss the light, piping whistle of the low spreading little daisy-cutters. They flock together like sheep instead of scattering, and even the wounded are shot down like hares by the airmen. Their pale turnip faces, their pitiful clenched hands, the miserable courage of these poor devils, the despera... | There are countless fights for us to watch every day. Battle planes don't trouble us, but the observation planes we hate like the plague; they put the artillery on to us. A couple of minutes after they appear, shrapnel and high-explosives begin to drop on us. We lose eleven men in one day that way, and five of them str... | able to decide beforehand where they will drop, how they will burst, and how to shelter from them. The young recruits of course know none of these things. They get killed simply because they can hardly tell shrapnel from high-explosive, they are mown down because they are listening anxiously to the roar of the big coal... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Out!" | Paul | lips quiver, his moustache twitches.<|quote|>"Out!"</|quote|>I repeat. He draws up | He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches.<|quote|>"Out!"</|quote|>I repeat. He draws up his legs, crouches back against | corner pretending to be wounded. His face looks sullen. He is in a panic; he is new to it too. But it makes me mad that the young recruits should be out there and he here. "Get out!" I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches.<|quote|>"Out!"</|quote|>I repeat. He draws up his legs, crouches back... | dive into the same dug-out. Breathless we are all lying one beside the other waiting for the charge. When we run out again, although I am very excited, I suddenly think: "Where's Himmelstoss?" Quickly I jump back into the dug-out and find him with a small scratch lying in a corner pretending to be wounded. His face loo... | surprise gas-attack carries off a lot of them. They have not yet learned what to do. We found one dug-out full of them, with blue heads and black lips. Some of them in a shell hole took their masks off too soon; they did not know that the gas lies longest in the hollows; when they saw others on top without masks they p... | low spreading little daisy-cutters. They flock together like sheep instead of scattering, and even the wounded are shot down like hares by the airmen. Their pale turnip faces, their pitiful clenched hands, the miserable courage of these poor devils, the desperate charges and attacks made by these poor brave devils, who... | don't trouble us, but the observation planes we hate like the plague; they put the artillery on to us. A couple of minutes after they appear, shrapnel and high-explosives begin to drop on us. We lose eleven men in one day that way, and five of them stretcher-bearers. Two are so smashed that Tjaden remarks you could scr... | for the sound and character of the shells, must be able to decide beforehand where they will drop, how they will burst, and how to shelter from them. The young recruits of course know none of these things. They get killed simply because they can hardly tell shrapnel from high-explosive, they are mown down because they ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I repeat. He draws up his legs, crouches back against the wall, and shows his teeth like a cur. I seize him by the arm and try to pull him up. He barks. That is too much for me. I grab him by the neck and shake him like a sack, his head jerks from side to side. | No speaker | quiver, his moustache twitches. "Out!"<|quote|>I repeat. He draws up his legs, crouches back against the wall, and shows his teeth like a cur. I seize him by the arm and try to pull him up. He barks. That is too much for me. I grab him by the neck and shake him like a sack, his head jerks from side to side.</|quot... | does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches. "Out!"<|quote|>I repeat. He draws up his legs, crouches back against the wall, and shows his teeth like a cur. I seize him by the arm and try to pull him up. He barks. That is too much for me. I grab him by the neck and shake him like a sack, his head jerks f... | pretending to be wounded. His face looks sullen. He is in a panic; he is new to it too. But it makes me mad that the young recruits should be out there and he here. "Get out!" I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches. "Out!"<|quote|>I repeat. He draws up his legs, crouches back against the wa... | into the same dug-out. Breathless we are all lying one beside the other waiting for the charge. When we run out again, although I am very excited, I suddenly think: "Where's Himmelstoss?" Quickly I jump back into the dug-out and find him with a small scratch lying in a corner pretending to be wounded. His face looks su... | gas-attack carries off a lot of them. They have not yet learned what to do. We found one dug-out full of them, with blue heads and black lips. Some of them in a shell hole took their masks off too soon; they did not know that the gas lies longest in the hollows; when they saw others on top without masks they pulled the... | spreading little daisy-cutters. They flock together like sheep instead of scattering, and even the wounded are shot down like hares by the airmen. Their pale turnip faces, their pitiful clenched hands, the miserable courage of these poor devils, the desperate charges and attacks made by these poor brave devils, who are... | trouble us, but the observation planes we hate like the plague; they put the artillery on to us. A couple of minutes after they appear, shrapnel and high-explosives begin to drop on us. We lose eleven men in one day that way, and five of them stretcher-bearers. Two are so smashed that Tjaden remarks you could scrape th... | made by these poor brave devils, who are so terrified that they dare not cry out loudly, but with battered chests and torn bellies and arms and legs only whimper softly for their mothers and cease as soon as one looks at them. Their sharp, downy, dead faces have the awful expressionlessness of dead children. It brings ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You lump, will you get out--you hound, you skunk, sneak out of it, would you?" | Paul | jerks from side to side.<|quote|>"You lump, will you get out--you hound, you skunk, sneak out of it, would you?"</|quote|>His eye becomes glassy, I | like a sack, his head jerks from side to side.<|quote|>"You lump, will you get out--you hound, you skunk, sneak out of it, would you?"</|quote|>His eye becomes glassy, I knock his head against the | back against the wall, and shows his teeth like a cur. I seize him by the arm and try to pull him up. He barks. That is too much for me. I grab him by the neck and shake him like a sack, his head jerks from side to side.<|quote|>"You lump, will you get out--you hound, you skunk, sneak out of it, would you?"</|quote|>Hi... | He is in a panic; he is new to it too. But it makes me mad that the young recruits should be out there and he here. "Get out!" I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches. "Out!" I repeat. He draws up his legs, crouches back against the wall, and shows his teeth like a cur. I seize him by the a... | top without masks they pulled theirs off too and swallowed enough to scorch their lungs. Their condition is hopeless, they choke to death with hæmorrhages and suffocation. * * In one part of the trench I suddenly run into Himmelstoss. We dive into the same dug-out. Breathless we are all lying one beside the other waiti... | out loudly, but with battered chests and torn bellies and arms and legs only whimper softly for their mothers and cease as soon as one looks at them. Their sharp, downy, dead faces have the awful expressionlessness of dead children. It brings a lump into the throat to see how they go over, and run and fall. A man would... | off the wall of the trench with a spoon and bury them in a mess-tin. Another has the lower part of his body and his legs torn off. Dead, his chest leans against the side of the trench, his face is lemon-yellow, in his beard stills burns a cigarette. It glows until it dies out on his lips. We put the dead in a large she... | the hollows; when they saw others on top without masks they pulled theirs off too and swallowed enough to scorch their lungs. Their condition is hopeless, they choke to death with hæmorrhages and suffocation. * * In one part of the trench I suddenly run into Himmelstoss. We dive into the same dug-out. Breathless we are... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
His eye becomes glassy, I knock his head against the wall-- | No speaker | out of it, would you?"<|quote|>His eye becomes glassy, I knock his head against the wall--</|quote|>"You cow" --I kick him | out--you hound, you skunk, sneak out of it, would you?"<|quote|>His eye becomes glassy, I knock his head against the wall--</|quote|>"You cow" --I kick him in the ribs-- "You swine" | the arm and try to pull him up. He barks. That is too much for me. I grab him by the neck and shake him like a sack, his head jerks from side to side. "You lump, will you get out--you hound, you skunk, sneak out of it, would you?"<|quote|>His eye becomes glassy, I knock his head against the wall--</|quote|>"You cow" --... | mad that the young recruits should be out there and he here. "Get out!" I spit. He does not stir, his lips quiver, his moustache twitches. "Out!" I repeat. He draws up his legs, crouches back against the wall, and shows his teeth like a cur. I seize him by the arm and try to pull him up. He barks. That is too much... | Their condition is hopeless, they choke to death with hæmorrhages and suffocation. * * In one part of the trench I suddenly run into Himmelstoss. We dive into the same dug-out. Breathless we are all lying one beside the other waiting for the charge. When we run out again, although I am very excited, I suddenly think: "... | softly for their mothers and cease as soon as one looks at them. Their sharp, downy, dead faces have the awful expressionlessness of dead children. It brings a lump into the throat to see how they go over, and run and fall. A man would like to spank them, they are so stupid, and to take them by the arm and lead them aw... | Another has the lower part of his body and his legs torn off. Dead, his chest leans against the side of the trench, his face is lemon-yellow, in his beard stills burns a cigarette. It glows until it dies out on his lips. We put the dead in a large shell-hole. So far there are three layers, one on top of the other. * * ... | poor devils, the desperate charges and attacks made by these poor brave devils, who are so terrified that they dare not cry out loudly, but with battered chests and torn bellies and arms and legs only whimper softly for their mothers and cease as soon as one looks at them. Their sharp, downy, dead faces have the awful ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
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