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"And be very careful at the front, Paul." | Paul's mother | as calmly as I can.<|quote|>"And be very careful at the front, Paul."</|quote|>Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do | any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can.<|quote|>"And be very careful at the front, Paul."</|quote|>Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in | would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can.<|quote|>"And be very careful at the front, Paul."</|quote|>Ah, Mothe... | like to tell you to be on your guard against the women out in France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child--why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a ch... | awake with one another, it is too hard. She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, ... | "By everything that is sacred to you?" Good God, what is there that is sacred to me?--such things change pretty quickly with us. "Yes, he died at once." "Are you willing never to come back yourself, if it isn't true?" "May I never come back if he wasn't killed instantaneously." I would swear to anything. But she seems... | I pull myself together, and go with my sister to the butcher's to get a pound of bones. That is a great luxury and people line up early in the morning and stand waiting. Many of them faint. We have no luck. After waiting by turns for three hours the queue disperses. The bones have not lasted out. It is a good thing I g... | a picture of him. In his recruit's uniform he leans on a round rustic table with legs made of birch branches. Behind him a wood is painted on a curtain, and on the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! | No speaker | careful at the front, Paul."<|quote|>Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!</|quote|>"Yes, mother, I will." "I | I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul."<|quote|>Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!</|quote|>"Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every | indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul."<|quote|>Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and di... | guard against the women out in France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child--why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang... | She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four weeks at the ... | God, what is there that is sacred to me?--such things change pretty quickly with us. "Yes, he died at once." "Are you willing never to come back yourself, if it isn't true?" "May I never come back if he wasn't killed instantaneously." I would swear to anything. But she seems to believe me. She moans and weeps steadil... | sister to the butcher's to get a pound of bones. That is a great luxury and people line up early in the morning and stand waiting. Many of them faint. We have no luck. After waiting by turns for three hours the queue disperses. The bones have not lasted out. It is a good thing I get my rations. I bring them to my mothe... | will ever lie in a feather bed again? Late in the night my mother comes into my room. She thinks I am asleep, and I pretend to be so. To talk, to stay awake with one another, it is too hard. She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Yes, mother, I will." | Paul | What poor wretches we are!<|quote|>"Yes, mother, I will."</|quote|>"I will pray for you | arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!<|quote|>"Yes, mother, I will."</|quote|>"I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, | time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!<|quote|>"Yes, mother, I will."</|quote|>"I will pray for you every day, Paul." ... | can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mothe... | longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four weeks at the training camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she asks ge... | you willing never to come back yourself, if it isn't true?" "May I never come back if he wasn't killed instantaneously." I would swear to anything. But she seems to believe me. She moans and weeps steadily. I have to tell how it happened so I invent a story and I almost believe it myself. As I leave she kisses me a... | the morning and stand waiting. Many of them faint. We have no luck. After waiting by turns for three hours the queue disperses. The bones have not lasted out. It is a good thing I get my rations. I bring them to my mother and in that way we all get something decent to eat. The days grow ever more strained and my mother... | it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four weeks at the training camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she a... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I will pray for you every day, Paul." | Paul's mother | are! "Yes, mother, I will."<|quote|>"I will pray for you every day, Paul."</|quote|>Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us | you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will."<|quote|>"I will pray for you every day, Paul."</|quote|>Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, | it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will."<|quote|>"I will pray for you every day, Paul."</|quote|>Ah! Mother, Moth... | my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as c... | have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four weeks at the training camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she asks gently: "Are you very mu... | come back yourself, if it isn't true?" "May I never come back if he wasn't killed instantaneously." I would swear to anything. But she seems to believe me. She moans and weeps steadily. I have to tell how it happened so I invent a story and I almost believe it myself. As I leave she kisses me and gives me a picture... | waiting. Many of them faint. We have no luck. After waiting by turns for three hours the queue disperses. The bones have not lasted out. It is a good thing I get my rations. I bring them to my mother and in that way we all get something decent to eat. The days grow ever more strained and my mother's eyes more sorrowful... | over a single individual. So I say rather impatiently: "He died immediately. He felt absolutely nothing at all. His face was quite calm." She is silent. Then she says slowly: "Will you swear it?" "Yes." "By everything that is sacred to you?" Good God, what is there that is sacred to me?--such things change pretty qu... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! | No speaker | for you every day, Paul."<|quote|>Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother!</|quote|>"Perhaps you can get a | I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul."<|quote|>Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother!</|quote|>"Perhaps you can get a job that is not so | women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul."<|quote|>Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the ... | have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very caref... | you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four weeks at the training camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she asks gently: "Are you very much afraid?" "No, mother." "I would like to te... | I never come back if he wasn't killed instantaneously." I would swear to anything. But she seems to believe me. She moans and weeps steadily. I have to tell how it happened so I invent a story and I almost believe it myself. As I leave she kisses me and gives me a picture of him. In his recruit's uniform he leans ... | luck. After waiting by turns for three hours the queue disperses. The bones have not lasted out. It is a good thing I get my rations. I bring them to my mother and in that way we all get something decent to eat. The days grow ever more strained and my mother's eyes more sorrowful. Four days left now. I must go and see ... | is sacred to you?" Good God, what is there that is sacred to me?--such things change pretty quickly with us. "Yes, he died at once." "Are you willing never to come back yourself, if it isn't true?" "May I never come back if he wasn't killed instantaneously." I would swear to anything. But she seems to believe me. She... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous." | Paul's mother | you and me alone, Mother!<|quote|>"Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous."</|quote|>"Yes, mother, perhaps I can | us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother!<|quote|>"Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous."</|quote|>"Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that | What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother!<|quote|>"Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous."</|quot... | trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every... | camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she asks gently: "Are you very much afraid?" "No, mother." "I would like to tell you to be on your guard against the women out in France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child--why can I not put my head in your ... | I invent a story and I almost believe it myself. As I leave she kisses me and gives me a picture of him. In his recruit's uniform he leans on a round rustic table with legs made of birch branches. Behind him a wood is painted on a curtain, and on the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Every... | in that way we all get something decent to eat. The days grow ever more strained and my mother's eyes more sorrowful. Four days left now. I must go and see Kemmerich's mother. * * I cannot write that down. This quaking, sobbing woman who shakes me and cries out on me: "Why are you living then, when he is dead?" --who d... | died at once." "Are you willing never to come back yourself, if it isn't true?" "May I never come back if he wasn't killed instantaneously." I would swear to anything. But she seems to believe me. She moans and weeps steadily. I have to tell how it happened so I invent a story and I almost believe it myself. As I l... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." | Paul | that is not so dangerous."<|quote|>"Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done."</|quote|>"You do it then, and | you can get a job that is not so dangerous."<|quote|>"Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done."</|quote|>"You do it then, and if the others say anything----" | pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous."<|quote|>"Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can ea... | "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go... | is silent. Then she asks gently: "Are you very much afraid?" "No, mother." "I would like to tell you to be on your guard against the women out in France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child--why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-contr... | I leave she kisses me and gives me a picture of him. In his recruit's uniform he leans on a round rustic table with legs made of birch branches. Behind him a wood is painted on a curtain, and on the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow... | days grow ever more strained and my mother's eyes more sorrowful. Four days left now. I must go and see Kemmerich's mother. * * I cannot write that down. This quaking, sobbing woman who shakes me and cries out on me: "Why are you living then, when he is dead?" --who drowns me in tears and calls out: "What are you there... | in it. Who knows if I will ever lie in a feather bed again? Late in the night my mother comes into my room. She thinks I am asleep, and I pretend to be so. To talk, to stay awake with one another, it is too hard. She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, an... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You do it then, and if the others say anything----" | Paul's mother | that can easily be done."<|quote|>"You do it then, and if the others say anything----"</|quote|>"That won't worry me, mother----" | can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done."<|quote|>"You do it then, and if the others say anything----"</|quote|>"That won't worry me, mother----" She sighs. Her face is | go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done."<|quote|>"You do it then, and if the others say anything----"</|qu... | can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery li... | would like to tell you to be on your guard against the women out in France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child--why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more tha... | recruit's uniform he leans on a round rustic table with legs made of birch branches. Behind him a wood is painted on a curtain, and on the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who knows ... | now. I must go and see Kemmerich's mother. * * I cannot write that down. This quaking, sobbing woman who shakes me and cries out on me: "Why are you living then, when he is dead?" --who drowns me in tears and calls out: "What are you there for at all, child, when you----" --who drops into a chair and wails: "Did you se... | it?" "Yes." "By everything that is sacred to you?" Good God, what is there that is sacred to me?--such things change pretty quickly with us. "Yes, he died at once." "Are you willing never to come back yourself, if it isn't true?" "May I never come back if he wasn't killed instantaneously." I would swear to anything. B... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"That won't worry me, mother----" | Paul | if the others say anything----"<|quote|>"That won't worry me, mother----"</|quote|>She sighs. Her face is | "You do it then, and if the others say anything----"<|quote|>"That won't worry me, mother----"</|quote|>She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the | all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." "You do it then, and if the others say anything----"<|quote|>"That won't worry me, mother----"</|quote|>She sighs. H... | Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "... | against the women out in France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child--why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my sh... | legs made of birch branches. Behind him a wood is painted on a curtain, and on the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who knows if I will ever lie in a feather bed again? Late in the n... | I cannot write that down. This quaking, sobbing woman who shakes me and cries out on me: "Why are you living then, when he is dead?" --who drowns me in tears and calls out: "What are you there for at all, child, when you----" --who drops into a chair and wails: "Did you see him? Did you see him then? How did he die?"... | Behind him a wood is painted on a curtain, and on the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who knows if I will ever lie in a feather bed again? Late in the night my mother comes into my ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness. | No speaker | "That won't worry me, mother----"<|quote|>She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness.</|quote|>"Now you must go to | if the others say anything----" "That won't worry me, mother----"<|quote|>She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness.</|quote|>"Now you must go to sleep, mother." She does not | us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." "You do it then, and if the others say anything----" "That won't worry me, mother----"<|quote|>She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the d... | not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job... | France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child--why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it i... | Behind him a wood is painted on a curtain, and on the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who knows if I will ever lie in a feather bed again? Late in the night my mother comes into my ... | This quaking, sobbing woman who shakes me and cries out on me: "Why are you living then, when he is dead?" --who drowns me in tears and calls out: "What are you there for at all, child, when you----" --who drops into a chair and wails: "Did you see him? Did you see him then? How did he die?" I tell her he was shot th... | his recruit's uniform he leans on a round rustic table with legs made of birch branches. Behind him a wood is painted on a curtain, and on the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who kn... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Now you must go to sleep, mother." | Paul | white gleam in the darkness.<|quote|>"Now you must go to sleep, mother."</|quote|>She does not reply. I | sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness.<|quote|>"Now you must go to sleep, mother."</|quote|>She does not reply. I get up and wrap my | you can get a job that is not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." "You do it then, and if the others say anything----" "That won't worry me, mother----" She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness.<|quote|>"Now you must go to sleep, mother."</|quote|>S... | poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perha... | I am a child--why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren'... | the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who knows if I will ever lie in a feather bed again? Late in the night my mother comes into my room. She thinks I am asleep, and I pretend to be ... | me: "Why are you living then, when he is dead?" --who drowns me in tears and calls out: "What are you there for at all, child, when you----" --who drops into a chair and wails: "Did you see him? Did you see him then? How did he die?" I tell her he was shot through the heart and died instantaneously. She looks at me, ... | sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four weeks at the training camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she asks gently: "Are you very much afraid?" "No, mother." "I w... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while. | No speaker | must go to sleep, mother."<|quote|>She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while.</|quote|>"And you must get well | in the darkness. "Now you must go to sleep, mother."<|quote|>She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while.</|quote|>"And you must get well again, mother, before I come | not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." "You do it then, and if the others say anything----" "That won't worry me, mother----" She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness. "Now you must go to sleep, mother."<|quote|>She does not reply. I get up and wr... | will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that... | put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say ... | * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who knows if I will ever lie in a feather bed again? Late in the night my mother comes into my room. She thinks I am asleep, and I pretend to be so. To talk, to stay awake with ... | he is dead?" --who drowns me in tears and calls out: "What are you there for at all, child, when you----" --who drops into a chair and wails: "Did you see him? Did you see him then? How did he die?" I tell her he was shot through the heart and died instantaneously. She looks at me, she doubts me: "You lie. I know be... | hard. She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four weeks a... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"And you must get well again, mother, before I come back." | Paul | with her a little while.<|quote|>"And you must get well again, mother, before I come back."</|quote|>"Yes, yes, my child." "You | to her room. I stay with her a little while.<|quote|>"And you must get well again, mother, before I come back."</|quote|>"Yes, yes, my child." "You ought not to send your | gleam in the darkness. "Now you must go to sleep, mother." She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while.<|quote|>"And you must get well again, mother, before I come back."</|quote|>"Y... | me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." "You do it then, and if the others say anything----" "That won't worry me, mother----" She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness. "Now you must go to sleep, ... | my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pr... | a feather bed again? Late in the night my mother comes into my room. She thinks I am asleep, and I pretend to be so. To talk, to stay awake with one another, it is too hard. She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go a... | he die?" I tell her he was shot through the heart and died instantaneously. She looks at me, she doubts me: "You lie. I know better. I have felt how terribly he died. I have heard his voice at night, I have felt his anguish--tell the truth, I want to know it, I must know it." "No," I say, "I was beside him. He died... | leans on a round rustic table with legs made of birch branches. Behind him a wood is painted on a curtain, and on the table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who knows if I will ever lie in... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Yes, yes, my child." | Paul's mother | mother, before I come back."<|quote|>"Yes, yes, my child."</|quote|>"You ought not to send | you must get well again, mother, before I come back."<|quote|>"Yes, yes, my child."</|quote|>"You ought not to send your things to me, mother. | She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while. "And you must get well again, mother, before I come back."<|quote|>"Yes, yes, my child."</|quote|>"You ought not to send your things to m... | not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." "You do it then, and if the others say anything----" "That won't worry me, mother----" She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness. "Now you must go to sleep, mother." She does not reply. I get up and wrap my co... | is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us ri... | into my room. She thinks I am asleep, and I pretend to be so. To talk, to stay awake with one another, it is too hard. She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sle... | and died instantaneously. She looks at me, she doubts me: "You lie. I know better. I have felt how terribly he died. I have heard his voice at night, I have felt his anguish--tell the truth, I want to know it, I must know it." "No," I say, "I was beside him. He died at once." She pleads with me gently: "Tell me. Y... | still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will."... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You ought not to send your things to me, mother. We have plenty to eat out there. You can make much better use of them here." | Paul | back." "Yes, yes, my child."<|quote|>"You ought not to send your things to me, mother. We have plenty to eat out there. You can make much better use of them here."</|quote|>How destitute she lies there | again, mother, before I come back." "Yes, yes, my child."<|quote|>"You ought not to send your things to me, mother. We have plenty to eat out there. You can make much better use of them here."</|quote|>How destitute she lies there in her bed, she, that | I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while. "And you must get well again, mother, before I come back." "Yes, yes, my child."<|quote|>"You ought not to send your things to me, mother. We have plenty to eat... | mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." "You do it then, and if the others say anything----" "That won't worry me, mother----" She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness. "Now you must go to sleep, mother." She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. ... | we are there aren't any women, mother," I say as calmly as I can. "And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, b... | thinks I am asleep, and I pretend to be so. To talk, to stay awake with one another, it is too hard. She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," ... | looks at me, she doubts me: "You lie. I know better. I have felt how terribly he died. I have heard his voice at night, I have felt his anguish--tell the truth, I want to know it, I must know it." "No," I say, "I was beside him. He died at once." She pleads with me gently: "Tell me. You must tell me. I know you w... | with one another, it is too hard. She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
How destitute she lies there in her bed, she, that loves me more than all the world. As I am about to leave, she says hastily: | No speaker | better use of them here."<|quote|>How destitute she lies there in her bed, she, that loves me more than all the world. As I am about to leave, she says hastily:</|quote|>"I have two pairs of | there. You can make much better use of them here."<|quote|>How destitute she lies there in her bed, she, that loves me more than all the world. As I am about to leave, she says hastily:</|quote|>"I have two pairs of under-pants for you. They are | her room. I stay with her a little while. "And you must get well again, mother, before I come back." "Yes, yes, my child." "You ought not to send your things to me, mother. We have plenty to eat out there. You can make much better use of them here."<|quote|>How destitute she lies there in her bed, she, that loves me ... | me, mother----" She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness. "Now you must go to sleep, mother." She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while. "And you must get well again, ... | do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are! "Yes, mother, I will." "I will pray for you every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get ... | the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four weeks at the training camp. I m... | have felt his anguish--tell the truth, I want to know it, I must know it." "No," I say, "I was beside him. He died at once." She pleads with me gently: "Tell me. You must tell me. I know you want to comfort me, but don't you see, you torment me far more than if you told me the truth? I cannot bear the uncertainty. ... | would swear to anything. But she seems to believe me. She moans and weeps steadily. I have to tell how it happened so I invent a story and I almost believe it myself. As I leave she kisses me and gives me a picture of him. In his recruit's uniform he leans on a round rustic table with legs made of birch branches. Behin... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I have two pairs of under-pants for you. They are all wool. They will keep you warm. You must not forget to put them in your pack." | Paul's mother | to leave, she says hastily:<|quote|>"I have two pairs of under-pants for you. They are all wool. They will keep you warm. You must not forget to put them in your pack."</|quote|>Ah! Mother! I know what | world. As I am about to leave, she says hastily:<|quote|>"I have two pairs of under-pants for you. They are all wool. They will keep you warm. You must not forget to put them in your pack."</|quote|>Ah! Mother! I know what these underpants have cost you | not to send your things to me, mother. We have plenty to eat out there. You can make much better use of them here." How destitute she lies there in her bed, she, that loves me more than all the world. As I am about to leave, she says hastily:<|quote|>"I have two pairs of under-pants for you. They are all wool. They ... | up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while. "And you must get well again, mother, before I come back." "Yes, yes, my child." "You ought not to send your things to me, mother. We have plenty to eat out there. Y... | every day, Paul." Ah! Mother, Mother! Let us rise up and go out, back through the years, where the burden of all this misery lies on us no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." "You d... | and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four weeks at the training camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she asks gently: "Are you very much afraid?" "No, mother." ... | She pleads with me gently: "Tell me. You must tell me. I know you want to comfort me, but don't you see, you torment me far more than if you told me the truth? I cannot bear the uncertainty. Tell me how it was and even though it will be terrible, it will be far better than what I have to think if you don't." I will... | at the training camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she asks gently: "Are you very much afraid?" "No, mother." "I would like to tell you to be on your guard against the women out in France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child--why can I not put ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Ah! Mother! I know what these underpants have cost you in waiting, and walking, and begging! Ah! Mother, Mother! how can it be that I must part from you? Who else is there that has any claim on me but you. Here I sit and there you are lying, and we have so much to say, that we could never say it. | No speaker | put them in your pack."<|quote|>Ah! Mother! I know what these underpants have cost you in waiting, and walking, and begging! Ah! Mother, Mother! how can it be that I must part from you? Who else is there that has any claim on me but you. Here I sit and there you are lying, and we have so much to say, that we coul... | You must not forget to put them in your pack."<|quote|>Ah! Mother! I know what these underpants have cost you in waiting, and walking, and begging! Ah! Mother, Mother! how can it be that I must part from you? Who else is there that has any claim on me but you. Here I sit and there you are lying, and we have so mu... | lies there in her bed, she, that loves me more than all the world. As I am about to leave, she says hastily: "I have two pairs of under-pants for you. They are all wool. They will keep you warm. You must not forget to put them in your pack."<|quote|>Ah! Mother! I know what these underpants have cost you in waiting... | stay with her a little while. "And you must get well again, mother, before I come back." "Yes, yes, my child." "You ought not to send your things to me, mother. We have plenty to eat out there. You can make much better use of them here." How destitute she lies there in her bed, she, that loves me more than all the wo... | no more, back to you and me alone, Mother! "Perhaps you can get a job that is not so dangerous." "Yes, mother, perhaps I can get into the cook-house, that can easily be done." "You do it then, and if the others say anything----" "That won't worry me, mother----" She sighs. Her face is a white gleam in the darkness. "N... | I have to do four weeks at the training camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she asks gently: "Are you very much afraid?" "No, mother." "I would like to tell you to be on your guard against the women out in France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a c... | than if you told me the truth? I cannot bear the uncertainty. Tell me how it was and even though it will be terrible, it will be far better than what I have to think if you don't." I will never tell her, she can make mincemeat out of me first. I console her, but she strikes me as rather stupid all the same. Why doesn... | table stands a mug of beer. * * It is the last evening at home. Everyone is silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who knows if I will ever lie in a feather bed again? Late in the night my mother comes into my room. She thinks I am asleep, and I pretend to be so. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Good-night, mother." | Paul | we could never say it.<|quote|>"Good-night, mother."</|quote|>"Good-night, my child." The room | so much to say, that we could never say it.<|quote|>"Good-night, mother."</|quote|>"Good-night, my child." The room is dark. I hear my | and walking, and begging! Ah! Mother, Mother! how can it be that I must part from you? Who else is there that has any claim on me but you. Here I sit and there you are lying, and we have so much to say, that we could never say it.<|quote|>"Good-night, mother."</|quote|>"Good-night, my child." The room is dark. I hear m... | the world. As I am about to leave, she says hastily: "I have two pairs of under-pants for you. They are all wool. They will keep you warm. You must not forget to put them in your pack." Ah! Mother! I know what these underpants have cost you in waiting, and walking, and begging! Ah! Mother, Mother! how can it be ... | must go to sleep, mother." She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while. "And you must get well again, mother, before I come back." "Yes, yes, my child." "You ought not to send your t... | a child--why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any... | the same. Why doesn't she stop worrying? Kemmerich will stay dead whether she knows about it or not. When a man has seen so many dead he cannot understand any longer why there should be so much anguish over a single individual. So I say rather impatiently: "He died immediately. He felt absolutely nothing at all. His ... | is too hard. She sits long into the night although she is in pain and often writhes. At last I can bear it no longer, and pretend I have just wakened up. "Go and sleep, mother, you will catch cold here." "I can sleep enough later," she says. I sit up. "I don't go straight back to the front, mother. I have to do four ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Good-night, my child." | Paul's mother | never say it. "Good-night, mother."<|quote|>"Good-night, my child."</|quote|>The room is dark. I | to say, that we could never say it. "Good-night, mother."<|quote|>"Good-night, my child."</|quote|>The room is dark. I hear my mother's breathing, and | and begging! Ah! Mother, Mother! how can it be that I must part from you? Who else is there that has any claim on me but you. Here I sit and there you are lying, and we have so much to say, that we could never say it. "Good-night, mother."<|quote|>"Good-night, my child."</|quote|>The room is dark. I hear my mother's br... | As I am about to leave, she says hastily: "I have two pairs of under-pants for you. They are all wool. They will keep you warm. You must not forget to put them in your pack." Ah! Mother! I know what these underpants have cost you in waiting, and walking, and begging! Ah! Mother, Mother! how can it be that I must... | to sleep, mother." She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while. "And you must get well again, mother, before I come back." "Yes, yes, my child." "You ought not to send your things to... | can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mothe... | Why doesn't she stop worrying? Kemmerich will stay dead whether she knows about it or not. When a man has seen so many dead he cannot understand any longer why there should be so much anguish over a single individual. So I say rather impatiently: "He died immediately. He felt absolutely nothing at all. His face was q... | silent. I go to bed early, I seize the pillow, press it against myself and bury my head in it. Who knows if I will ever lie in a feather bed again? Late in the night my mother comes into my room. She thinks I am asleep, and I pretend to be so. To talk, to stay awake with one another, it is too hard. She sits long into ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
The room is dark. I hear my mother's breathing, and the ticking of the clock. Outside the window the wind blows and the chestnut trees rustle. On the landing I stumble over my pack which lies there already made up, because I have to leave early in the morning. I bite into my pillow. I grasp the iron rods of my bed... | No speaker | "Good-night, mother." "Good-night, my child."<|quote|>The room is dark. I hear my mother's breathing, and the ticking of the clock. Outside the window the wind blows and the chestnut trees rustle. On the landing I stumble over my pack which lies there already made up, because I have to leave early in the morning. I... | we could never say it. "Good-night, mother." "Good-night, my child."<|quote|>The room is dark. I hear my mother's breathing, and the ticking of the clock. Outside the window the wind blows and the chestnut trees rustle. On the landing I stumble over my pack which lies there already made up, because I have to leave e... | Mother, Mother! how can it be that I must part from you? Who else is there that has any claim on me but you. Here I sit and there you are lying, and we have so much to say, that we could never say it. "Good-night, mother." "Good-night, my child."<|quote|>The room is dark. I hear my mother's breathing, and the ticking ... | about to leave, she says hastily: "I have two pairs of under-pants for you. They are all wool. They will keep you warm. You must not forget to put them in your pack." Ah! Mother! I know what these underpants have cost you in waiting, and walking, and begging! Ah! Mother, Mother! how can it be that I must part fr... | She does not reply. I get up and wrap my cover round her shoulders. She supports herself on my arm, she is in pain. And so I take her to her room. I stay with her a little while. "And you must get well again, mother, before I come back." "Yes, yes, my child." "You ought not to send your things to me, mother. We ha... | put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted, too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang my short, boy's trousers--it is such a little time ago, why is it over? "Where we are there aren't any women, mother," I say ... | stop worrying? Kemmerich will stay dead whether she knows about it or not. When a man has seen so many dead he cannot understand any longer why there should be so much anguish over a single individual. So I say rather impatiently: "He died immediately. He felt absolutely nothing at all. His face was quite calm." She ... | front, mother. I have to do four weeks at the training camp. I may come over from there one Sunday, perhaps." She is silent. Then she asks gently: "Are you very much afraid?" "No, mother." "I would like to tell you to be on your guard against the women out in France. They are no good." Ah! Mother, Mother! You still... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Where is she then?" | Paul | heard of cancer being cured.<|quote|>"Where is she then?"</|quote|>I ask. "In the Luisa | recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured.<|quote|>"Where is she then?"</|quote|>I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In | are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured.<|quote|>"Where is she then?"</|quote|>I ask. "In the Luisa ... | before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The hours are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It i... | He plays mostly folk songs and the others hum with him. They are like a country of dark hills that sing far down under the ground. The sound of the violin stands like a slender girl above it and is clear and alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must st... | every face. They comfort me; it looks as though there were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace. * * The days go by. On a foggy morning another of the Russians is buried; almost every day one of them dies. I am on guard during the burial. The prisoners sing a chorale, ... | come to blows and knives. But now they are quite apathetic, and listless; most of them do not masturbate any more, they are so feeble, though occasionally it is so bad that they do it barracks fashion. They stand at the wire fence; sometimes one goes away and then another at once takes his place in the line. Most of th... | them again and they at us if they were free. I am frightened: I dare think this way no more. This way lies the abyss. It is not now the time; but I will not lose these thoughts, I will keep them, shut them away until the war is ended. My heart beats fast: this is the aim, the great, the sole aim, that I have thought of... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I ask. | No speaker | cured. "Where is she then?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"In the Luisa Hospital," says | never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"In the Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In which class?" | do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"In the Luisa Hospital," says my... | to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The hours are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely ... | songs and the others hum with him. They are like a country of dark hills that sing far down under the ground. The sound of the violin stands like a slender girl above it and is clear and alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it woul... | me; it looks as though there were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace. * * The days go by. On a foggy morning another of the Russians is buried; almost every day one of them dies. I am on guard during the burial. The prisoners sing a chorale, they sing in parts, and i... | knives. But now they are quite apathetic, and listless; most of them do not masturbate any more, they are so feeble, though occasionally it is so bad that they do it barracks fashion. They stand at the wire fence; sometimes one goes away and then another at once takes his place in the line. Most of them are silent; occ... | * * The days go by. On a foggy morning another of the Russians is buried; almost every day one of them dies. I am on guard during the burial. The prisoners sing a chorale, they sing in parts, and it sounds almost as if there were no voices, but an organ far away on the moor. The burial is quickly over. In the evening t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says my father. | No speaker | ask. "In the Luisa Hospital,"<|quote|>says my father.</|quote|>"In which class?" "Third. We | "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital,"<|quote|>says my father.</|quote|>"In which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know | about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital,"<|quote|>says my father.</|quote|>"In which class?... | eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The hours are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in t... | him. They are like a country of dark hills that sing far down under the ground. The sound of the violin stands like a slender girl above it and is clear and alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--o... | were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace. * * The days go by. On a foggy morning another of the Russians is buried; almost every day one of them dies. I am on guard during the burial. The prisoners sing a chorale, they sing in parts, and it sounds almost as if there w... | apathetic, and listless; most of them do not masturbate any more, they are so feeble, though occasionally it is so bad that they do it barracks fashion. They stand at the wire fence; sometimes one goes away and then another at once takes his place in the line. Most of them are silent; occasionally one begs a cigarette ... | sways the instrument to the rhythm and smiles across to me. He plays mostly folk songs and the others hum with him. They are like a country of dark hills that sing far down under the ground. The sound of the violin stands like a slender girl above it and is clear and alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alo... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"In which class?" | Paul | Luisa Hospital," says my father.<|quote|>"In which class?"</|quote|>"Third. We must wait till | then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father.<|quote|>"In which class?"</|quote|>"Third. We must wait till we know what the operation | speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father.<|quote|>"In which class?"</|quote|>"Third. We... | over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The hours are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and wil... | like a country of dark hills that sing far down under the ground. The sound of the violin stands like a slender girl above it and is clear and alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it mak... | in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace. * * The days go by. On a foggy morning another of the Russians is buried; almost every day one of them dies. I am on guard during the burial. The prisoners sing a chorale, they sing in parts, and it sounds almost as if there were no voices, but a... | most of them do not masturbate any more, they are so feeble, though occasionally it is so bad that they do it barracks fashion. They stand at the wire fence; sometimes one goes away and then another at once takes his place in the line. Most of them are silent; occasionally one begs a cigarette butt. I see their dark fo... | shut them away until the war is ended. My heart beats fast: this is the aim, the great, the sole aim, that I have thought of in the trenches; that I have looked for as the only possibility of existence after this annihilation of all human feeling; this is a task that will make life afterward worthy of these hideous yea... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." | Paul | And besides it is cheaper."<|quote|>"So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly."</|quote|>My father nods. His face | she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper."<|quote|>"So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly."</|quote|>My father nods. His face is broken and full of | cured. "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper."<|quote|>"So she is lying there with all those p... | hours are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," ... | continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me... | I am on guard during the burial. The prisoners sing a chorale, they sing in parts, and it sounds almost as if there were no voices, but an organ far away on the moor. The burial is quickly over. In the evening they stand again at the wire fence and the wind comes down to them from the beech woods. The stars are cold. I... | another at once takes his place in the line. Most of them are silent; occasionally one begs a cigarette butt. I see their dark forms, their beards move in the wind. I know nothing of them except that they are prisoners, and that is exactly what troubles me. Their life is obscure and guiltless;--if I could know more of ... | of these hideous years. I take out my cigarettes, break each one in half and give them to the Russians. They bow to me and then they light the cigarettes. Now red points glow in every face. They comfort me; it looks as though there were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of p... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practically given up to it. | No speaker | only she could sleep properly."<|quote|>My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practically given up to it.</|quote|>"If only ... | with all those people. If only she could sleep properly."<|quote|>My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practically given up... | which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly."<|quote|>My father nods. His face is broken a... | of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know... | close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where else could we go, we don't want... | parts, and it sounds almost as if there were no voices, but an organ far away on the moor. The burial is quickly over. In the evening they stand again at the wire fence and the wind comes down to them from the beech woods. The stars are cold. I now know a few of those who speak a little German. There is a musician amon... | one begs a cigarette butt. I see their dark forms, their beards move in the wind. I know nothing of them except that they are prisoners, and that is exactly what troubles me. Their life is obscure and guiltless;--if I could know more of them, what their names are, how they live, what they are waiting for, what are thei... | frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where else cou... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says he. | No speaker | how much the operation costs,"<|quote|>says he.</|quote|>"Have you not asked?" "Not | it. "If only I knew how much the operation costs,"<|quote|>says he.</|quote|>"Have you not asked?" "Not directly, I cannot do that--the | furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practically given up to it. "If only I knew how much the operation costs,"<|quote|>says he.</|quote|>"Have you not asked?" "Not directl... | the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though... | Home. Where else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The hours are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she w... | German. There is a musician amongst them, he says he used to be a violinist in Berlin. When he hears that I can play the piano he fetches his violin and plays. The others sit down and lean their backs against the fence. He stands up and plays, sometimes he has that absent expression which violinists get when they close... | burdens, then my emotion would have an object and might become sympathy. But as it is I perceive behind them only the suffering of the creature, the awful melancholy of life and the pitilessness of men. A word of command has made these silent figures our enemies; a word of command might transform them into our friends.... | it sounds almost as if there were no voices, but an organ far away on the moor. The burial is quickly over. In the evening they stand again at the wire fence and the wind comes down to them from the beech woods. The stars are cold. I now know a few of those who speak a little German. There is a musician amongst them, h... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Have you not asked?" | Paul | the operation costs," says he.<|quote|>"Have you not asked?"</|quote|>"Not directly, I cannot do | only I knew how much the operation costs," says he.<|quote|>"Have you not asked?"</|quote|>"Not directly, I cannot do that--the surgeon might take it | mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practically given up to it. "If only I knew how much the operation costs," says he.<|quote|>"Have you not asked?"</|quote|>"Not directly, I cannot ... | costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only ... | else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The hours are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover,... | is a musician amongst them, he says he used to be a violinist in Berlin. When he hears that I can play the piano he fetches his violin and plays. The others sit down and lean their backs against the fence. He stands up and plays, sometimes he has that absent expression which violinists get when they close their eyes; o... | my emotion would have an object and might become sympathy. But as it is I perceive behind them only the suffering of the creature, the awful melancholy of life and the pitilessness of men. A word of command has made these silent figures our enemies; a word of command might transform them into our friends. At some table... | All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The hours are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Yes, I think bitterly, that's how it is with us, and with all poor people. They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully beforehand about it; but the others, for whom it is not important, they settle the price first as a matter of course. And the doctor does not take it amiss from them. | No speaker | he must operate on mother."<|quote|>Yes, I think bitterly, that's how it is with us, and with all poor people. They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully beforehand about it; but the others, for whom it is not important, they settle the price first as a matter of course. And the doctor does not... | and that would not do, he must operate on mother."<|quote|>Yes, I think bitterly, that's how it is with us, and with all poor people. They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully beforehand about it; but the others, for whom it is not important, they settle the price first as a matter of course. ... | deal of money, and my father's life has been practically given up to it. "If only I knew how much the operation costs," says he. "Have you not asked?" "Not directly, I cannot do that--the surgeon might take it amiss and that would not do, he must operate on mother."<|quote|>Yes, I think bitterly, that's how it is with ... | is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practically g... | a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my fa... | fetches his violin and plays. The others sit down and lean their backs against the fence. He stands up and plays, sometimes he has that absent expression which violinists get when they close their eyes; or again he sways the instrument to the rhythm and smiles across to me. He plays mostly folk songs and the others hum... | awful melancholy of life and the pitilessness of men. A word of command has made these silent figures our enemies; a word of command might transform them into our friends. At some table a document is signed by some persons whom none of us knows, and then for years together that very crime on which formerly the world's ... | On a foggy morning another of the Russians is buried; almost every day one of them dies. I am on guard during the burial. The prisoners sing a chorale, they sing in parts, and it sounds almost as if there were no voices, but an organ far away on the moor. The burial is quickly over. In the evening they stand again at t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says my father. | No speaker | dressings afterwards are so expensive,"<|quote|>says my father.</|quote|>"Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay | amiss from them. "And the dressings afterwards are so expensive,"<|quote|>says my father.</|quote|>"Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?" I | They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully beforehand about it; but the others, for whom it is not important, they settle the price first as a matter of course. And the doctor does not take it amiss from them. "And the dressings afterwards are so expensive,"<|quote|>says my father.</|quote|>"Does... | only I knew how much the operation costs," says he. "Have you not asked?" "Not directly, I cannot do that--the surgeon might take it amiss and that would not do, he must operate on mother." Yes, I think bitterly, that's how it is with us, and with all poor people. They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves... | "Third. We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. M... | of dark hills that sing far down under the ground. The sound of the violin stands like a slender girl above it and is clear and alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow s... | highest aim. But who can draw such a distinction when he looks at these quiet men with their childlike faces and apostles' beards. Any non-commissioned officer is more of an enemy to a recruit, any schoolmaster to a pupil than they are to us. And yet we would shoot at them again and they at us if they were free. I am f... | that I can play the piano he fetches his violin and plays. The others sit down and lean their backs against the fence. He stands up and plays, sometimes he has that absent expression which violinists get when they close their eyes; or again he sways the instrument to the rhythm and smiles across to me. He plays mostly ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?" | Paul | so expensive," says my father.<|quote|>"Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?"</|quote|>I ask. "Mother has been | "And the dressings afterwards are so expensive," says my father.<|quote|>"Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?"</|quote|>I ask. "Mother has been ill too long." "Have you | to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully beforehand about it; but the others, for whom it is not important, they settle the price first as a matter of course. And the doctor does not take it amiss from them. "And the dressings afterwards are so expensive," says my father.<|quote|>"Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pa... | how much the operation costs," says he. "Have you not asked?" "Not directly, I cannot do that--the surgeon might take it amiss and that would not do, he must operate on mother." Yes, I think bitterly, that's how it is with us, and with all poor people. They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully ... | wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always ... | that sing far down under the ground. The sound of the violin stands like a slender girl above it and is clear and alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Becaus... | who can draw such a distinction when he looks at these quiet men with their childlike faces and apostles' beards. Any non-commissioned officer is more of an enemy to a recruit, any schoolmaster to a pupil than they are to us. And yet we would shoot at them again and they at us if they were free. I am frightened: I dare... | in the Soldiers' Home. Where else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The hours are a torture; we do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The d... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I ask. | No speaker | pay anything toward it, then?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"Mother has been ill too | father. "Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"Mother has been ill too long." "Have you any money | about it; but the others, for whom it is not important, they settle the price first as a matter of course. And the doctor does not take it amiss from them. "And the dressings afterwards are so expensive," says my father. "Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"Mother has been... | not asked?" "Not directly, I cannot do that--the surgeon might take it amiss and that would not do, he must operate on mother." Yes, I think bitterly, that's how it is with us, and with all poor people. They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully beforehand about it; but the others, for whom it i... | wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the... | of the violin stands like a slender girl above it and is clear and alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on... | at these quiet men with their childlike faces and apostles' beards. Any non-commissioned officer is more of an enemy to a recruit, any schoolmaster to a pupil than they are to us. And yet we would shoot at them again and they at us if they were free. I am frightened: I dare think this way no more. This way lies the aby... | shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some c... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Have you any money at all?" | Paul | has been ill too long."<|quote|>"Have you any money at all?"</|quote|>He shakes his head: "No, | it, then?" I ask. "Mother has been ill too long."<|quote|>"Have you any money at all?"</|quote|>He shakes his head: "No, but I can do some | is not important, they settle the price first as a matter of course. And the doctor does not take it amiss from them. "And the dressings afterwards are so expensive," says my father. "Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?" I ask. "Mother has been ill too long."<|quote|>"Have you any money at all?"</|... | surgeon might take it amiss and that would not do, he must operate on mother." Yes, I think bitterly, that's how it is with us, and with all poor people. They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully beforehand about it; but the others, for whom it is not important, they settle the price first as a... | said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled t... | above it and is clear and alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go ... | and apostles' beards. Any non-commissioned officer is more of an enemy to a recruit, any schoolmaster to a pupil than they are to us. And yet we would shoot at them again and they at us if they were free. I am frightened: I dare think this way no more. This way lies the abyss. It is not now the time; but I will not los... | what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In which class?" "T... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
He shakes his head: | No speaker | you any money at all?"<|quote|>He shakes his head:</|quote|>"No, but I can do | been ill too long." "Have you any money at all?"<|quote|>He shakes his head:</|quote|>"No, but I can do some overtime." I know. He | price first as a matter of course. And the doctor does not take it amiss from them. "And the dressings afterwards are so expensive," says my father. "Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?" I ask. "Mother has been ill too long." "Have you any money at all?"<|quote|>He shakes his head:</|quote|>"No, bu... | that would not do, he must operate on mother." Yes, I think bitterly, that's how it is with us, and with all poor people. They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully beforehand about it; but the others, for whom it is not important, they settle the price first as a matter of course. And the doct... | some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of... | alone. The voices cease and the violin continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my fathe... | is more of an enemy to a recruit, any schoolmaster to a pupil than they are to us. And yet we would shoot at them again and they at us if they were free. I am frightened: I dare think this way no more. This way lies the abyss. It is not now the time; but I will not lose these thoughts, I will keep them, shut them away ... | do not know what to talk about, so we speak of my mother's illness. It is now definitely cancer, she is already in the hospital and will be operated on shortly. The doctors hope she will recover, but we have never heard of cancer being cured. "Where is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In whic... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I know. He will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will eat some of the miserable rubbish they get in exchange for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache and work on. In order to cheer him up a bit I tell him a ... | No speaker | I can do some overtime."<|quote|>I know. He will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will eat some of the miserable rubbish they get in exchange for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache and work on. In order to... | shakes his head: "No, but I can do some overtime."<|quote|>I know. He will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will eat some of the miserable rubbish they get in exchange for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache... | not take it amiss from them. "And the dressings afterwards are so expensive," says my father. "Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?" I ask. "Mother has been ill too long." "Have you any money at all?" He shakes his head: "No, but I can do some overtime."<|quote|>I know. He will stand at his desk fo... | think bitterly, that's how it is with us, and with all poor people. They don't dare to ask the price, but worry themselves dreadfully beforehand about it; but the others, for whom it is not important, they settle the price first as a matter of course. And the doctor does not take it amiss from them. "And the dressings ... | there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practically given up t... | night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the ... | a pupil than they are to us. And yet we would shoot at them again and they at us if they were free. I am frightened: I dare think this way no more. This way lies the abyss. It is not now the time; but I will not lose these thoughts, I will keep them, shut them away until the war is ended. My heart beats fast: this is t... | grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he asks, | No speaker | was it like on leave?"<|quote|>he asks,</|quote|>"pretty good, eh?" "In parts," | sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?"<|quote|>he asks,</|quote|>"pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, | Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?"<|quote|>he asks,</|quote|>"pretty good, eh?" "In parts,... | to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afte... | the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way.... | can do some overtime." I know. He will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will eat some of the miserable rubbish they get in exchange for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache and work on. In order to cheer him... | continues alone. In the night it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me... | only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"In parts," | Paul | he asks, "pretty good, eh?"<|quote|>"In parts,"</|quote|>I say. "Yes," he sighs, | was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?"<|quote|>"In parts,"</|quote|>I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't | get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?"<|quote|>"In parts,"</|quote|>I say. "Yes," he sigh... | of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to r... | past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come ... | know. He will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will eat some of the miserable rubbish they get in exchange for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache and work on. In order to cheer him up a bit I tell him a few s... | it is so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldie... | a bag of potato-cakes that my mother has made for me. Then they go off and I return to the camp. In the evening I spread the jam on the cakes and eat some. But I have no taste for them. So I go out to give them to the Russians. Then it occurs to me that my mother cooked them herself and that she was probably in pain as... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say. | No speaker | "pretty good, eh?" "In parts,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"Yes," he sighs, "yes, if | like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to | definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"Yes," he sighs, "yes, ... | losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to ... | lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no ... | will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will eat some of the miserable rubbish they get in exchange for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache and work on. In order to cheer him up a bit I tell him a few stories, s... | so thin it sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Ho... | "Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?" I ask. "Mother has been ill too long." "Have you any money at all?" He shakes his head: "No, but I can do some overtime." I know. He will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he sighs, | No speaker | "In parts," I say. "Yes,"<|quote|>he sighs,</|quote|>"yes, if a man didn't | he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes,"<|quote|>he sighs,</|quote|>"yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. | by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes,"<|quote|>he sighs,</|quote|>"yes, if a man didn't have to co... | have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Roo... | The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that deva... | his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will eat some of the miserable rubbish they get in exchange for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache and work on. In order to cheer him up a bit I tell him a few stories, soldiers' jokes... | sounds frozen; one must stand close up; it would be much better in a room;--out here it makes a man grow sad. * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where e... | me that my mother cooked them herself and that she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I lo... | No speaker | rather messed up by that."<|quote|>I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I ... | The second half is always rather messed up by that."<|quote|>I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks ... | two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rather messed up by that."<|quote|>I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morni... | and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up no... | put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That do... | of the miserable rubbish they get in exchange for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache and work on. In order to cheer him up a bit I tell him a few stories, soldiers' jokes, and the like, about generals and sergeant-majors. Afterwards I accompany them both to the railway station. They give me... | * * Because I have already had a long leave I get none on Sundays. So the last Sunday before I go back to the front my father and eldest sister come over to see me. All day we sit in the Soldiers' Home. Where else could we go, we don't want to stay in the camp. About midday we go for a walk on the moors. The hours are ... | for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache and work on. In order to cheer him up a bit I tell him a few stories, soldiers' jokes, and the like, about generals and sergeant-majors. Afterwards I accompany them both to the railway station. They give me a pot of jam and a bag of potato-cakes that m... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"These are from your mother?" | Katczinsky | Kropp. Kat chews and says:<|quote|>"These are from your mother?"</|quote|>I nod. "Good," says he, | fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says:<|quote|>"These are from your mother?"</|quote|>I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the | turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says:<|quote|>"These are from your mother?"</|quote|>I nod. "Good," says he, "I can t... | up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so... | at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes... | that my mother cooked them herself and that she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway pic... | is she then?" I ask. "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she co... | only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I nod. | No speaker | "These are from your mother?"<|quote|>I nod.</|quote|>"Good," says he, "I can | Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?"<|quote|>I nod.</|quote|>"Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I | the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?"<|quote|>I nod.</|quote|>"Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I... | my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some t... | definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't h... | herself and that she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my r... | "In the Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." ... | to the railway station. They give me a pot of jam and a bag of potato-cakes that my mother has made for me. Then they go off and I return to the camp. In the evening I spread the jam on the cakes and eat some. But I have no taste for them. So I go out to give them to the Russians. Then it occurs to me that my mother co... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Good," | Katczinsky | from your mother?" I nod.<|quote|>"Good,"</|quote|>says he, "I can tell | chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod.<|quote|>"Good,"</|quote|>says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could | of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod.<|quote|>"Good,"</|quote|>says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could al... | searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The ... | and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again... | that she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No ... | Luisa Hospital," says my father. "In which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My fathe... | overtime." I know. He will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will eat some of the miserable rubbish they get in exchange for their food tickets, then he will take a powder for his headache and work on. In order to cheer him up a bit I ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says he, | No speaker | your mother?" I nod. "Good,"<|quote|>says he,</|quote|>"I can tell by the | and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good,"<|quote|>says he,</|quote|>"I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. | the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good,"<|quote|>says he,</|quote|>"I can tell by the taste." I could almos... | There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer c... | by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. T... | she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one k... | Hospital," says my father. "In which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods... | "Doesn't the Invalid's Fund pay anything toward it, then?" I ask. "Mother has been ill too long." "Have you any money at all?" He shakes his head: "No, but I can do some overtime." I know. He will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I can tell by the taste." | Katczinsky | I nod. "Good," says he,<|quote|>"I can tell by the taste."</|quote|>I could almost weep. I | "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he,<|quote|>"I can tell by the taste."</|quote|>I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any | and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he,<|quote|>"I can tell by the taste."</|quote|>I could almost weep. I can ha... | Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are ... | afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The seco... | probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exa... | my father. "In which class?" "Third. We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is b... | it, then?" I ask. "Mother has been ill too long." "Have you any money at all?" He shakes his head: "No, but I can do some overtime." I know. He will stand at his desk folding and pasting and cutting until twelve o'clock at night. At eight o'clock in the evening he will eat some of the miserable rubbish they get in ex... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. | No speaker | can tell by the taste."<|quote|>I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong.</|quote|>"You've been lucky," whispers Kropp | nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste."<|quote|>I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong.</|quote|>"You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop | have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste."<|quote|>I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. B... | nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat ... | to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rather messe... | before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere ... | We must wait till we know what the operation costs. She wanted to be in the third herself. She said that then she would have some company. And besides it is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has... | the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the ni... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You've been lucky," | Kropp | This is where I belong.<|quote|>"You've been lucky,"</|quote|>whispers Kropp to me before | here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong.<|quote|>"You've been lucky,"</|quote|>whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, | Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong.<|quote|>"You've been lucky,"</|quote|>whispers Kropp to me befor... | good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I... | on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rather messed up by that." I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes... | appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again o... | is cheaper." "So she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life ... | I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That does not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeli... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, | No speaker | I belong. "You've been lucky,"<|quote|>whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep,</|quote|>"they say we are going | and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky,"<|quote|>whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep,</|quote|>"they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's | says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky,"<|quote|>whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep,... | we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the tas... | asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rather messed up by that." I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. T... | sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By ... | she is lying there with all those people. If only she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practical... | I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"they say we are going to Russia." | Kropp | we drop off to sleep,<|quote|>"they say we are going to Russia."</|quote|>To Russia. It's not much | whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep,<|quote|>"they say we are going to Russia."</|quote|>To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. | he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep,<|quote|>"they say we are going to Russia."</|quote|>To Russia. ... | potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly... | sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rather messed up by that." I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and ... | light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that devastat... | she could sleep properly." My father nods. His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practically given up to it. "If only I knew how much the op... | or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hotte... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outf... | No speaker | we are going to Russia."<|quote|>To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it a... | off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia."<|quote|>To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotle... | I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia."<|quote|>To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In ... | have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it wi... | to come away again. The second half is always rather messed up by that." I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrang... | for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one ... | His face is broken and full of furrows. My mother has always been sickly; and though she has only gone to the hospital when she has been compelled to, it has cost a great deal of money, and my father's life has been practically given up to it. "If only I knew how much the operation costs," says he. "Have you not asked?... | before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" | Tjaden | it. Tjaden says with astonishment:<|quote|>"So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!"</|quote|>He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he | march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment:<|quote|>"So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!"</|quote|>He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff | am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment:<|quote|>"So that is the Al... | do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictu... | inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last ... | up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so... | headache and work on. In order to cheer him up a bit I tell him a few stories, soldiers' jokes, and the like, about generals and sergeant-majors. Afterwards I accompany them both to the railway station. They give me a pot of jam and a bag of potato-cakes that my mother has made for me. Then they go off and I return to ... | report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rathe... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
He meditates: | No speaker | stiff in front of him!"<|quote|>He meditates:</|quote|>"Hindenburg too, he has to | nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!"<|quote|>He meditates:</|quote|>"Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, | and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!"<|quote|>He meditates:</|quote|>"Hindenburg... | than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. H... | out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one... | there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I ke... | soldiers' jokes, and the like, about generals and sergeant-majors. Afterwards I accompany them both to the railway station. They give me a pot of jam and a bag of potato-cakes that my mother has made for me. Then they go off and I return to the camp. In the evening I spread the jam on the cakes and eat some. But I have... | if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rather messed up by that." I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" | Tjaden | front of him!" He meditates:<|quote|>"Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?"</|quote|>"Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't | to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates:<|quote|>"Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?"</|quote|>"Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for | all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates:<|quote|>"Hindenburg too, he has to sta... | front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distrib... | it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would ... | Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those f... | and the like, about generals and sergeant-majors. Afterwards I accompany them both to the railway station. They give me a pot of jam and a bag of potato-cakes that my mother has made for me. Then they go off and I return to the camp. In the evening I spread the jam on the cakes and eat some. But I have no taste for the... | * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. St... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Sure," | Katczinsky | up stiff to him, eh?"<|quote|>"Sure,"</|quote|>says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished | too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?"<|quote|>"Sure,"</|quote|>says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a | speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?"<|quote|>"Sure,"</|quote|>says Kat. Tjaden hasn... | the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we ... | going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much dril... | side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. K... | both to the railway station. They give me a pot of jam and a bag of potato-cakes that my mother has made for me. Then they go off and I return to the camp. In the evening I spread the jam on the cakes and eat some. But I have no taste for them. So I go out to give them to the Russians. Then it occurs to me that my moth... | off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: | No speaker | stiff to him, eh?" "Sure,"<|quote|>says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks:</|quote|>"And would a king have | he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure,"<|quote|>says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks:</|quote|>"And would a king have to stand up stiff to | to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure,"<|quote|>says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet.... | Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we marc... | round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and ... | I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat che... | to the railway station. They give me a pot of jam and a bag of potato-cakes that my mother has made for me. Then they go off and I return to the camp. In the evening I spread the jam on the cakes and eat some. But I have no taste for them. So I go out to give them to the Russians. Then it occurs to me that my mother co... | it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What wa... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" | Tjaden | a while and then asks:<|quote|>"And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?"</|quote|>None of us is quite | finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks:<|quote|>"And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?"</|quote|>None of us is quite sure about it, but we | Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks:<|quote|>"And would a king have to stand... | the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that i... | are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this pol... | good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I... | of potato-cakes that my mother has made for me. Then they go off and I return to the camp. In the evening I spread the jam on the cakes and eat some. But I have no taste for them. So I go out to give them to the Russians. Then it occurs to me that my mother cooked them herself and that she was probably in pain as she s... | about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sendi... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. | No speaker | up stiff to an emperor?"<|quote|>None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on.</|quote|>"What rot you do hatch | a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?"<|quote|>None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on.</|quote|>"What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main | nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?"<|quote|>None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppo... | I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in fr... | in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldi... | the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can ha... | off and I return to the camp. In the evening I spread the jam on the cakes and eat some. But I have no taste for them. So I go out to give them to the Russians. Then it occurs to me that my mother cooked them herself and that she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and ... | "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"What rot you do hatch out," | Katczinsky | is probably not insisted on.<|quote|>"What rot you do hatch out,"</|quote|>says Kat. "The main point | that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on.<|quote|>"What rot you do hatch out,"</|quote|>says Kat. "The main point is that you have to | finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on.<|quote|>"What rot you do hatch out,"</|quote|>says Kat. "The ... | to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while ... | base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He sta... | myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lu... | I go out to give them to the Russians. Then it occurs to me that my mother cooked them herself and that she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We rol... | an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a ba... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kat. | No speaker | rot you do hatch out,"<|quote|>says Kat.</|quote|>"The main point is that | probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out,"<|quote|>says Kat.</|quote|>"The main point is that you have to stand stiff | while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out,"<|quote|>says Kat.</|quote|>"The main point is that you have to... | Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a ... | and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am reall... | to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me befo... | to the Russians. Then it occurs to me that my mother cooked them herself and that she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport li... | story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do n... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." | Katczinsky | do hatch out," says Kat.<|quote|>"The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself."</|quote|>But Tjaden is quite fascinated. | insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat.<|quote|>"The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself."</|quote|>But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is | then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat.<|quote|>"The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourse... | discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to s... | Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather d... | and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we d... | Russians. Then it occurs to me that my mother cooked them herself and that she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Gu... | to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrive... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. | No speaker | have to stand stiff yourself."<|quote|>But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles.</|quote|>"But look," he announces, "I | main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself."<|quote|>But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles.</|quote|>"But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an | to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself."<|quote|>But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise ... | And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we d... | all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to ... | I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russi... | herself and that she was probably in pain as she stood before the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my r... | Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather d... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"But look," | Tjaden | prosy fancy is blowing bubbles.<|quote|>"But look,"</|quote|>he announces, "I simply can't | is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles.<|quote|>"But look,"</|quote|>he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has | we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles.<|quote|>"But look,"</|quote|>he ... | him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing str... | more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voi... | could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance ... | the hot stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or othe... | coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he announces, | No speaker | is blowing bubbles. "But look,"<|quote|>he announces,</|quote|>"I simply can't believe that | fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look,"<|quote|>he announces,</|quote|>"I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go | suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look,"<|quote|>he announces,</|quote... | meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to ... | the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He dis... | weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thu... | stove. I put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put ... | they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." | Tjaden | bubbles. "But look," he announces,<|quote|>"I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have."</|quote|>"You can bet your boots | otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces,<|quote|>"I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have."</|quote|>"You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a | They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces,<|quote|>"I simply can't bel... | too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably n... | At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Cr... | can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. ... | put the bag back in my pack and take only two cakes to the Russians. CHAPTER IX We travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for th... | they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You can bet your boots on it." | Katczinsky | the same as I have."<|quote|>"You can bet your boots on it."</|quote|>"Four and a half-wit make | to go to the latrine the same as I have."<|quote|>"You can bet your boots on it."</|quote|>"Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got | do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have."<|quote|>"You can bet your boots on it."</|quo... | thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to sta... | what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjade... | and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are insp... | travel for several days. The first aeroplanes appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And ... | he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Four and a half-wit make seven," | Katczinsky | bet your boots on it."<|quote|>"Four and a half-wit make seven,"</|quote|>says Kat. "You've got a | as I have." "You can bet your boots on it."<|quote|>"Four and a half-wit make seven,"</|quote|>says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, | point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it."<|quote|>"Four and a half-wit make seven,"</|quot... | "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is ... | the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that i... | "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything tha... | appear in the sky. We roll on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again o... | are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this pol... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kat. | No speaker | and a half-wit make seven,"<|quote|>says Kat.</|quote|>"You've got a maggot in | your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven,"<|quote|>says Kat.</|quote|>"You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you | stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven,"<|quote|>says Kat.</|quote|>"You've got a... | stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His oth... | rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And ev... | me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I scor... | on past transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I co... | days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curio... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." | Katczinsky | half-wit make seven," says Kat.<|quote|>"You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old."</|quote|>Tjaden disappears. "But what I | on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat.<|quote|>"You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old."</|quote|>Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says | yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat.<|quote|>"You've got a maggot in your brain... | stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise pr... | judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, h... | we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotle... | transport lines. Guns, guns. The light railway picks us up. I search for my regiment. No one knows exactly where it lies. Somewhere or other I put up for the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up th... | but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Tjaden disappears. | No speaker | don't talk like a two-year-old."<|quote|>Tjaden disappears.</|quote|>"But what I would like | head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old."<|quote|>Tjaden disappears.</|quote|>"But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is | latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old."<|quote|>Tjaden disappears.</|quote|>"But what I would like t... | not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet y... | this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks... | walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that ... | the night, somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That does not soun... | bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"But what I would like to know," | Tjaden | like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears.<|quote|>"But what I would like to know,"</|quote|>says Albert, "is whether there | so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears.<|quote|>"But what I would like to know,"</|quote|>says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a | same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears.<|quote|>"But what I would like to know,"</|quote|>say... | on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on ... | and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a wh... | the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bo... | somewhere or other I receive provisions and a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That does not sound cheerful ... | comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Albert, | No speaker | I would like to know,"<|quote|>says Albert,</|quote|>"is whether there would not | two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know,"<|quote|>says Albert,</|quote|>"is whether there would not have been a war if | your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know,"<|quote|>says Albert,</|quote|>"is whether there wo... | says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make se... | Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a ... | great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do... | a few vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That does not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we ... | are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." | Tjaden | like to know," says Albert,<|quote|>"is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No."</|quote|>"I'm sure of this much," | disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert,<|quote|>"is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No."</|quote|>"I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against | on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert,<|quote|>"is whether there would not have been a ... | "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says... | discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to s... | of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need ne... | vague instructions. And so with my pack and my rifle I set out again on the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That does not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have b... | I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I'm sure of this much," | Paul | the Kaiser had said No."<|quote|>"I'm sure of this much,"</|quote|>I interject, "he was against | have been a war if the Kaiser had said No."<|quote|>"I'm sure of this much,"</|quote|>I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, | your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No."<|quote|>"I'm sure of this much,"</|quote|>I interjec... | fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latr... | has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are... | exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hen... | the way. By the time I come up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That does not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of the... | cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again ba... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I interject, | No speaker | "I'm sure of this much,"<|quote|>I interject,</|quote|>"he was against it from | the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much,"<|quote|>I interject,</|quote|>"he was against it from the first." "Well, if not | run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much,"<|quote|>I interject,</|quote|>"he was against it from th... | is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so... | in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that ... | a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For... | I come up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That does not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther a... | We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? A... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"he was against it from the first." | Paul | of this much," I interject,<|quote|>"he was against it from the first."</|quote|>"Well, if not him alone, | had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject,<|quote|>"he was against it from the first."</|quote|>"Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or | to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject,<|quote|>"he was against it from the first."</|quote|>... | bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you d... | of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing ... | new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whol... | up they are no longer in that devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That does not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wand... | We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? A... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." | Tjaden | against it from the first."<|quote|>"Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No."</|quote|>"That's probable," I agree, "but | much," I interject, "he was against it from the first."<|quote|>"Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No."</|quote|>"That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." | head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first."<|quote|>"Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twe... | can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disapp... | has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insis... | of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we w... | devastated place. I hear we have become one of the flying divisions that are pushed in wherever it is hottest. That does not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is... | we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such th... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"That's probable," | Paul | the world had said No."<|quote|>"That's probable,"</|quote|>I agree, "but they damned | twenty or thirty people in the world had said No."<|quote|>"That's probable,"</|quote|>I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, | know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No."<|quote|>"That's probable,"</|quote|>I agree, "but they damned ... | bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have ... | a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yo... | story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do n... | is hottest. That does not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get s... | myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lu... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I agree, | No speaker | had said No." "That's probable,"<|quote|>I agree,</|quote|>"but they damned well said | thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable,"<|quote|>I agree,</|quote|>"but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one | Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable,"<|quote|>I agree,</|quote|>"but they damned well said Ye... | boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a wa... | and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself."... | more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take k... | That does not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite... | peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevis... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"but they damned well said Yes." | Paul | No." "That's probable," I agree,<|quote|>"but they damned well said Yes."</|quote|>"It's queer, when one thinks | in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree,<|quote|>"but they damned well said Yes."</|quote|>"It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, | whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree,<|quote|>"but they damned well said Yes."</|quote|>"It's qu... | it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the ... | asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjad... | we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this ... | not sound cheerful to me. They tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite informati... | Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't fi... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"It's queer, when one thinks about it," | Kropp | they damned well said Yes."<|quote|>"It's queer, when one thinks about it,"</|quote|>goes on Kropp, "we are | "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes."<|quote|>"It's queer, when one thinks about it,"</|quote|>goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. | a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes."<|quote|>"It's queer, when one thinks about it,"</|quote|>go... | seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure ... | to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His ... | what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades.... | tell me of heavy losses that we have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am a... | entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
goes on Kropp, | No speaker | when one thinks about it,"<|quote|>goes on Kropp,</|quote|>"we are here to protect | well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it,"<|quote|>goes on Kropp,</|quote|>"we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French | No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it,"<|quote|>goes on Kropp,</|quote|>"we are here to ... | in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was aga... | None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing b... | in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldi... | have been having. I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Roo... | cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again ba... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" | Kropp | about it," goes on Kropp,<|quote|>"we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?"</|quote|>"Perhaps both," say I, without | "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp,<|quote|>"we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?"</|quote|>"Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," | of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp,<|quote|>"we are here to protect our fatherland. ... | Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from th... | is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But... | last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than t... | I inquire after Kat and Albert. No one knows anything of them. I search farther and wander about here and there; it is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-ma... | that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Perhaps both," | Paul | Now, who's in the right?"<|quote|>"Perhaps both,"</|quote|>say I, without believing it. | there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?"<|quote|>"Perhaps both,"</|quote|>say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, | thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?"<|quote|>"Perhaps both,"</|quote|>say... | Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable,... | not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet y... | were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks li... | is a wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was i... | Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
say I, without believing it. | No speaker | in the right?" "Perhaps both,"<|quote|>say I, without believing it.</|quote|>"Yes, well now," pursues Albert, | protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both,"<|quote|>say I, without believing it.</|quote|>"Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he | in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both,"<|quote|>say I, without believing i... | "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but the... | on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on ... | a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He s... | wonderful feeling. One night and then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it lik... | belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's a great deal of polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everyt... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Yes, well now," | Kropp | say I, without believing it.<|quote|>"Yes, well now,"</|quote|>pursues Albert, and I see | in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it.<|quote|>"Yes, well now,"</|quote|>pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive | No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it.<|quote|>"Yes, well now,"</|... | to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes.... | hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half... | much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and... | then another I camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty goo... | it will soon be all right again back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong. "You've been lucky," whispers Kropp to me before we drop off to sleep, "they say we are going to Russia." To Russia. It's not much of a war over there. In the distance the front thunders. The walls of the hut rattle. * * There's... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner, | No speaker | believing it. "Yes, well now,"<|quote|>pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner,</|quote|>"but our professors and parsons | "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now,"<|quote|>pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner,</|quote|>"but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we | I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now,"<|quote|>pursues Albert, and I see ... | Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, ... | Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven,"... | fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really ra... | camp out like a Red Indian. Then at last I get some definite information, and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In par... | touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging fro... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?" | Kropp | drive me into a corner,<|quote|>"but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?"</|quote|>"That I don't know," I | see that he means to drive me into a corner,<|quote|>"but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?"</|quote|>"That I don't know," I say, "but ... | it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner,<|quote|>"but our professors and parsons and ... | said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our ... | is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to... | polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger... | and by the afternoon I am able to report to the Orderly Room. The sergeant-major detains me there. The company comes back in two days' time. There is no object in sending me up now. "What was it like on leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again... | so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor h... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"That I don't know," | Paul | side, now what about that?"<|quote|>"That I don't know,"</|quote|>I say, "but whichever way | the right is on their side, now what about that?"<|quote|>"That I don't know,"</|quote|>I say, "but whichever way it is there's war all | see that he means to drive me into a corner, "but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?"<|quote|>"That I don't know,"</|quote|>I say, "but ... | damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me i... | and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had ... | line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is th... | leave?" he asks, "pretty good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rather messed up by that." I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes se... | likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new things for in Russia? At last it leaks out--the Kaiser is coming to review us. Hence all the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say, | No speaker | that?" "That I don't know,"<|quote|>I say,</|quote|>"but whichever way it is | their side, now what about that?" "That I don't know,"<|quote|>I say,</|quote|>"but whichever way it is there's war all the same | to drive me into a corner, "but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?" "That I don't know,"<|quote|>I say,</|quote|>"but whichever way it i... | "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner, "but our ... | seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure ... | really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! ... | good, eh?" "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rather messed up by that." I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden... | "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming in." | Paul | I don't know," I say,<|quote|>"but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming in."</|quote|>Tjaden reappears. He is still | now what about that?" "That I don't know," I say,<|quote|>"but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming in."</|quote|>Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins | me into a corner, "but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?" "That I don't know," I say,<|quote|>"but whichever way it is there's war all ... | when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner, "but our professors an... | Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much,... | disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone,... | "In parts," I say. "Yes," he sighs, "yes, if a man didn't have to come away again. The second half is always rather messed up by that." I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is ... | polishing being done. We are inspected at every turn. Everything that is torn is exchanged for new. I score a spotless new tunic out of it and Kat, of course, an entire outfit. A rumour is going round that there may be peace, but the other story is more likely--that we are bound for Russia. Still, what do we need new t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started. | No speaker | month more countries coming in."<|quote|>Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started.</|quote|>"Mostly by one country badly | all the same and every month more countries coming in."<|quote|>Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started.</|quote|>"Mostly by one country badly offending another," answers Albert with | ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?" "That I don't know," I say, "but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming in."<|quote|>Tjaden reappears. He is still quite e... | French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner, "but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--b... | and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps i... | all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up st... | The second half is always rather messed up by that." I loaf around until the company comes back in the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw... | your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was agains... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Mostly by one country badly offending another," | Kropp | how a war gets started.<|quote|>"Mostly by one country badly offending another,"</|quote|>answers Albert with a slight | joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started.<|quote|>"Mostly by one country badly offending another,"</|quote|>answers Albert with a slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden | is on their side, now what about that?" "That I don't know," I say, "but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming in." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started.<|quote|>"Mostly by one country badly offe... | it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner, "but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?" "That I... | like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said... | we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks:... | the early morning, grey, dirty, soured, and gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Befor... | are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe that an ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
answers Albert with a slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse. | No speaker | one country badly offending another,"<|quote|>answers Albert with a slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse.</|quote|>"A country? I don't follow. | war gets started. "Mostly by one country badly offending another,"<|quote|>answers Albert with a slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse.</|quote|>"A country? I don't follow. A mountain in Germany cannot | that?" "That I don't know," I say, "but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming in." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started. "Mostly by one country badly offending another,"<|quote|>answers Albert wi... | I see that he means to drive me into a corner, "but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?" "That I don't know," I say, "but whichever way i... | there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks abou... | Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stif... | gloomy. Then I jump up, push in amongst them, my eyes searching. There is Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the pot... | suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and the Kaiser appears. We are curious to see what ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"A country? I don't follow. A mountain in Germany cannot offend a mountain in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat." | Tjaden | Tjaden pretends to be obtuse.<|quote|>"A country? I don't follow. A mountain in Germany cannot offend a mountain in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat."</|quote|>"Are you really as stupid | slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse.<|quote|>"A country? I don't follow. A mountain in Germany cannot offend a mountain in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat."</|quote|>"Are you really as stupid as that, or are you | all the same and every month more countries coming in." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started. "Mostly by one country badly offending another," answers Albert with a slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse.<|quote|>"A c... | and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what about that?" "That I don't know," I say, "but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming... | sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. An... | to stand up stiff in front of him!" He meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to stand up stiff to him, eh?" "Sure," says Kat. Tjaden hasn't finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are bot... | Tjaden, there is Müller blowing his nose, and there are Kat and Kropp. We arrange our sacks of straw side by side. I have an uneasy conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are ... | the inspections. For eight whole days one would suppose we were in a base-camp, there is so much drill and fuss. Everyone is peevish and touchy, we do not take kindly to all this polishing, much less to parades. Such things exasperate a soldier more than the front-line. At last the moment arrives. We stand up stiff and... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?" | Kropp | or a field of wheat."<|quote|>"Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?"</|quote|>growls Kropp, "I don't mean | a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat."<|quote|>"Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?"</|quote|>growls Kropp, "I don't mean that at all. One people | war gets started. "Mostly by one country badly offending another," answers Albert with a slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse. "A country? I don't follow. A mountain in Germany cannot offend a mountain in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat."<|quote|>"Are you really as stupid ... | that the right is on their side, now what about that?" "That I don't know," I say, "but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming in." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started. "Mostly by one country bad... | the world had said No." "That's probable," I agree, "but they damned well said Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, we... | finished yet. He thinks for a while and then asks: "And would a king have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is tha... | conscience when I look at them, and yet without any good reason. Before we turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "The... | an emperor has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You can bet your boots on it." "Four and a half-wit make seven," says Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run along to the latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I w... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
growls Kropp, | No speaker | you just pulling my leg?"<|quote|>growls Kropp,</|quote|>"I don't mean that at | stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?"<|quote|>growls Kropp,</|quote|>"I don't mean that at all. One people offends the | slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse. "A country? I don't follow. A mountain in Germany cannot offend a mountain in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat." "Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?"<|quote|>growls Kropp,</|quote|>"I don't mean that at all... | know," I say, "but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming in." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started. "Mostly by one country badly offending another," answers Albert with a slight air of superiorit... | Yes." "It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner, "bu... | have to stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. ... | turn in I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste.... | are curious to see what he looks like. He stalks along the line, and I am really rather disappointed; judging from his pictures I imagined him to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards w... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I don't mean that at all. One people offends the other----" | Kropp | pulling my leg?" growls Kropp,<|quote|>"I don't mean that at all. One people offends the other----"</|quote|>"Then I haven't any business | that, or are you just pulling my leg?" growls Kropp,<|quote|>"I don't mean that at all. One people offends the other----"</|quote|>"Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, | of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse. "A country? I don't follow. A mountain in Germany cannot offend a mountain in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat." "Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?" growls Kropp,<|quote|>"I don't mean that at all. One people offend... | say, "but whichever way it is there's war all the same and every month more countries coming in." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started. "Mostly by one country badly offending another," answers Albert with a slight air of superiority. Then ... | queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner, "but our profes... | stand up stiff to an emperor?" None of us is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His oth... | I bring out the rest of the potato-cakes and jam so that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I coul... | is quite sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Then I haven't any business here at all," | Tjaden | One people offends the other----"<|quote|>"Then I haven't any business here at all,"</|quote|>replies Tjaden, "I don't feel | don't mean that at all. One people offends the other----"<|quote|>"Then I haven't any business here at all,"</|quote|>replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me | don't follow. A mountain in Germany cannot offend a mountain in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat." "Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?" growls Kropp, "I don't mean that at all. One people offends the other----"<|quote|>"Then I haven't any business here at all,"</|quote|... | and every month more countries coming in." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started. "Mostly by one country badly offending another," answers Albert with a slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse. "A country? I don't foll... | here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner, "but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only on... | sure about it, but we don't suppose so. They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," h... | that they can have some too. The two outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any long... | latrine quick, and get your head clear, so that you don't talk like a two-year-old." Tjaden disappears. "But what I would like to know," says Albert, "is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No." "I'm sure of this much," I interject, "he was against it from the first." "Well, if not him alone,... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
replies Tjaden, | No speaker | any business here at all,"<|quote|>replies Tjaden,</|quote|>"I don't feel myself offended." | the other----" "Then I haven't any business here at all,"<|quote|>replies Tjaden,</|quote|>"I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," | a mountain in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat." "Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?" growls Kropp, "I don't mean that at all. One people offends the other----" "Then I haven't any business here at all,"<|quote|>replies Tjaden,</|quote|>"I don't feel myself offended." "... | reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just how a war gets started. "Mostly by one country badly offending another," answers Albert with a slight air of superiority. Then Tjaden pretends to be obtuse. "A country? I don't follow. A mountain in Germany cannot offend a mountain... | are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?" "Perhaps both," say I, without believing it. "Yes, well now," pursues Albert, and I see that he means to drive me into a corner, "but our professors and parsons and newspapers say that we are the only ones that are right, and let's hope so;--but the ... | They are both so exalted that standing strictly to attention is probably not insisted on. "What rot you do hatch out," says Kat. "The main point is that you have to stand stiff yourself." But Tjaden is quite fascinated. His otherwise prosy fancy is blowing bubbles. "But look," he announces, "I simply can't believe tha... | outer cakes are mouldy, still it is possible to eat them. I keep those for myself and give the fresh ones to Kat and Kropp. Kat chews and says: "These are from your mother?" I nod. "Good," says he, "I can tell by the taste." I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right ag... | to be bigger and more powerfully built, and above all to have a thundering voice. He distributes Iron Crosses and speaks to this man and to that. Then we march off. Afterwards we discuss it. Tjaden says with astonishment: "So that is the All-Highest! And everyone, bar nobody, has to stand up stiff in front of him!" He... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
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