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"I don't feel myself offended." | Tjaden | here at all," replies Tjaden,<|quote|>"I don't feel myself offended."</|quote|>"Well, let me tell you," | "Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden,<|quote|>"I don't feel myself offended."</|quote|>"Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't | 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," replies Tjaden,<|quote|>"I don't feel myself offended."</|quote|>"Well, let m... | 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 in France. O... | 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 French pr... | 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 empe... | 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 back her... | 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 Kat. "You... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Well, let me tell you," | Kropp | "I don't feel myself offended."<|quote|>"Well, let me tell you,"</|quote|>says Albert sourly, "it doesn't | here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended."<|quote|>"Well, let me tell you,"</|quote|>says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended."<|quote|>"Well, let me tell you,"</|quote|>says Alber... | 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 in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a ... | 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 French professors and parsons and newspapers... | 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 has to go to the latrine t... | 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 back here with Kat and Albert. ... | 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... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Albert sourly, | No speaker | "Well, let me tell you,"<|quote|>says Albert sourly,</|quote|>"it doesn't apply to tramps | "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you,"<|quote|>says Albert sourly,</|quote|>"it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you,"<|quote|>says Albert sourly,</|quote|>"it do... | 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 in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat." "Are you really as stup... | "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 French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on ... | 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... | 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. ... | 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... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"it doesn't apply to tramps like you." | Kropp | tell you," says Albert sourly,<|quote|>"it doesn't apply to tramps like you."</|quote|>"Then I can be going | myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly,<|quote|>"it doesn't apply to tramps like you."</|quote|>"Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, | "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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly,<|quote|>"it doesn't apply to tramps like... | 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." "Are you really as stupid as that,... | 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 French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what... | "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 it."... | 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... | 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, has to stand u... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Then I can be going home right away," | Tjaden | apply to tramps like you."<|quote|>"Then I can be going home right away,"</|quote|>retorts Tjaden, and we all | says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you."<|quote|>"Then I can be going home right away,"</|quote|>retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you."<|quote|>"Then I can be going home ri... | 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." "Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?" growls ... | 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 don't know," I say, ... | 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,"... | 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 before ... | 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," he announces, "I... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. | No speaker | be going home right away,"<|quote|>retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh.</|quote|>"Ach, man! he means the | like you." "Then I can be going home right away,"<|quote|>retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh.</|quote|>"Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the | Kropp, "I don't mean that at all. One people offends the other----" "Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away,"<|quote|>retorts Tjaden, and we all la... | 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?" growls Kropp, "I don't mean that at all. One people offends th... | 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 it is there's war all... | 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 Kat. "You've got a maggot in you... | 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 are goi... | 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... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" | Müller | Tjaden, and we all laugh.<|quote|>"Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----"</|quote|>exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden | going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh.<|quote|>"Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----"</|quote|>exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, | all. One people offends the other----" "Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh.<|quote|>"Ach, man! he means the p... | 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, "I don't mean that at all. One people offends the other----" "Then I haven't any business... | "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 it is there's war all the same and every month m... | 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... | "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 Russia. It'... | 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 the first." "Well, if not him... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
exclaims Müller. | No speaker | as a whole, the State----"<|quote|>exclaims Müller.</|quote|>"State, State" --Tjaden snaps his | man! he means the people as a whole, the State----"<|quote|>exclaims Müller.</|quote|>"State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, | here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----"<|quote|>exclaims Müller.</|quote|>"State, S... | 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----" "Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offende... | 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 in." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite ... | 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 like... | 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 fr... | 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 would like to know," says... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"State, State" | Tjaden | whole, the State----" exclaims Müller.<|quote|>"State, State"</|quote|>--Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, | means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller.<|quote|>"State, State"</|quote|>--Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your | all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller.<|quote|>"State, State"</|quote|>--... | 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----" "Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let ... | 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." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited a... | 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 like a two-yea... | 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 thunders.... | 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 in." Tjaden reappears. He is still... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
--Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, | No speaker | State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State"<|quote|>--Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously,</|quote|>"Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your | people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State"<|quote|>--Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously,</|quote|>"Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are | Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State"<|quote|>--Tjaden snaps his finger... | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell y... | 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." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again j... | 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 like a two-year-old." Tjaden... | 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. The ... | 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 in." Tjaden... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." | Tjaden | --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously,<|quote|>"Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you."</|quote|>"That's right," says Kat, "you've | State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously,<|quote|>"Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you."</|quote|>"That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. | offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously,<|quote|>"Gendarmes,... | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, ... | 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." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, won... | 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 woul... | 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. The walls of the hut rattle. * * The... | 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 for ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"That's right," | Katczinsky | talking about, no thank you."<|quote|>"That's right,"</|quote|>says Kat, "you've said something | State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you."<|quote|>"That's right,"</|quote|>says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and | you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you."<|quote|>... | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home righ... | 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 badly offending another," answ... | 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 been... | 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 inspected at every tu... | 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 the first." "Well, if not him... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kat, | No speaker | no thank you." "That's right,"<|quote|>says Kat,</|quote|>"you've said something for once, | what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right,"<|quote|>says Kat,</|quote|>"you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's | I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right,"<|quo... | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," ... | 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 badly offending another," answers Albert... | 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 war if t... | 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 inspected at every turn. Ever... | 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 ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." | Katczinsky | you." "That's right," says Kat,<|quote|>"you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference."</|quote|>"But they go together," insists | are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat,<|quote|>"you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference."</|quote|>"But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there | be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat,<... | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts ... | 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," answers Albert with a sli... | "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 Kaise... | "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... | 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 it is there's war all the same and every... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"But they go together," | Kropp | home-country, there's a big difference."<|quote|>"But they go together,"</|quote|>insists Kropp, "without the State | for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference."<|quote|>"But they go together,"</|quote|>insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." | he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's... | people offends the other----" "Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole,... | 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 Tjaden pretends to be obtuse. "A count... | 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... | "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 tunic out of it... | 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.... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
insists Kropp, | No speaker | difference." "But they go together,"<|quote|>insists Kropp,</|quote|>"without the State there wouldn't | and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together,"<|quote|>insists Kropp,</|quote|>"without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but | as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." ... | "Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Mülle... | 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... | 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 the first." "We... | 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 cour... | 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 it is there's war all the same and eve... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." | Kropp | they go together," insists Kropp,<|quote|>"without the State there wouldn't be any home-country."</|quote|>"True, but just you consider, | there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp,<|quote|>"without the State there wouldn't be any home-country."</|quote|>"True, but just you consider, almost all of us are | whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But ... | haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "Stat... | 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 follow. A mou... | 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 the first." "Well, if n... | 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 course, an en... | 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 would like to know," says Albert, "is... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be... | Katczinsky | there wouldn't be any home-country."<|quote|>"True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a... | insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country."<|quote|>"True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is mere... | snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there woul... | "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously... | 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 in France. O... | 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 if twenty or t... | 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 outfit. A rumour is going round that there... | 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 about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Then what exactly is the war for?" | Tjaden | any more than we were."<|quote|>"Then what exactly is the war for?"</|quote|>asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his | They weren't asked about it any more than we were."<|quote|>"Then what exactly is the war for?"</|quote|>asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some | blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were."<|quote|>"Then what exactly is the war for?"</|quote|>asks Tjade... | there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French s... | that at all. One people offends the other----" "Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the p... | 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 and parsons... | 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 things exa... | 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." "Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?" growls Kropp, "I don't mean that at all. One peo... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. | No speaker | exactly is the war for?"<|quote|>asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders.</|quote|>"There must be some people | than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?"<|quote|>asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders.</|quote|>"There must be some people to whom the war is | attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?"<|quote|>asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders.</|quote|>"There must... | together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is m... | other----" "Then I haven't any business here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exc... | 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 and parsons and newspapers say that we are the onl... | 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 the fr... | 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 French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the righ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"There must be some people to whom the war is useful." | Katczinsky | Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders.<|quote|>"There must be some people to whom the war is useful."</|quote|>"Well, I'm not one of | is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders.<|quote|>"There must be some people to whom the war is useful."</|quote|>"Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, | the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders.<|quote|>"There must be some people to whom the war is us... | there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchm... | here at all," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden sn... | 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 ones that are right, and let's hop... | 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... | "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 and parsons and newspapers say that we are t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Well, I'm not one of them," | Tjaden | whom the war is useful."<|quote|>"Well, I'm not one of them,"</|quote|>grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor | must be some people to whom the war is useful."<|quote|>"Well, I'm not one of them,"</|quote|>grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are | here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful."<|quote|>"Well, I'm not one of them,"</|quote|>grins Tjad... | all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenc... | let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's you... | 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 French professors and parsons and newspapers say ... | 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 curious to... | 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 latrine quick, a... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
grins Tjaden. | No speaker | I'm not one of them,"<|quote|>grins Tjaden.</|quote|>"Not you, nor anybody else | the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them,"<|quote|>grins Tjaden.</|quote|>"Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" | the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them,"<|quote|>grins Tjaden.</|quote|>"Not you, nor anybody ... | And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They we... | sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you a... | 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 French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now ... | 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... | 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." "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 o... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Not you, nor anybody else here." | Katczinsky | one of them," grins Tjaden.<|quote|>"Not you, nor anybody else here."</|quote|>"Who are they then?" persists | is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden.<|quote|>"Not you, nor anybody else here."</|quote|>"Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use | with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden.<|quote|>"Not you, nor anybody else here."</|quot... | France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't a... | doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking a... | 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 French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what ab... | 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 stalks along t... | 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," I interject, "he ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Who are they then?" | Tjaden | you, nor anybody else here."<|quote|>"Who are they then?"</|quote|>persists Tjaden. "It isn't any | of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here."<|quote|>"Who are they then?"</|quote|>persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. | regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here."<|quote|>"Who are they then?"</|quote|>persists T... | are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we we... | "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right,... | 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 don't know," I say, ... | 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... | 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 |
persists Tjaden. | No speaker | here." "Who are they then?"<|quote|>persists Tjaden.</|quote|>"It isn't any use to | "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?"<|quote|>persists Tjaden.</|quote|>"It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has | asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?"<|quote|>persists Tjaden.</|quote|>"It isn't any use ... | poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is ... | going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "yo... | 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 it ... | 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 disappointed; judging... | 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 if twenty or t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." | Tjaden | are they then?" persists Tjaden.<|quote|>"It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already."</|quote|>"I'm not so sure about | nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden.<|quote|>"It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already."</|quote|>"I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has | it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden.<|quote|>"It isn't any use to the Kaiser either.... | Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?"... | right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said s... | 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 it is there'... | 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 from his pi... | 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 into a corner... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I'm not so sure about that," | Katczinsky | everything he can want already."<|quote|>"I'm not so sure about that,"</|quote|>contradicts Kat, "he has not | the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already."<|quote|>"I'm not so sure about that,"</|quote|>contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till | Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already."<|quote|>"I'm not so sure about that,"</|quo... | No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the ... | a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "Bu... | 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 in." Tjaden reappears. He... | 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 more powerfully built, and above all to ... | 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 Tjaden pre... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
contradicts Kat, | No speaker | not so sure about that,"<|quote|>contradicts Kat,</|quote|>"he has not had a | he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that,"<|quote|>contradicts Kat,</|quote|>"he has not had a war up till now. And | be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that,"<|quote|>contradicts Kat,</|quote|>"he has not had a... | I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm no... | "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "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." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited a... | 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... | 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 French professors and parsons and newspapers say that the right is on their side, now what... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." | Katczinsky | sure about that," contradicts Kat,<|quote|>"he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books."</|quote|>"And generals too," adds Detering, | want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat,<|quote|>"he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books."</|quote|>"And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." | people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat,<|quote|>"he has not had a war up till now.... | never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one ... | --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State t... | 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." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again j... | 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 Cross... | "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, tha... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"And generals too," | Detering | look in your school books."<|quote|>"And generals too,"</|quote|>adds Detering, "they become famous | he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books."<|quote|>"And generals too,"</|quote|>adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous | any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books."<|quote|>"And generals too,"</|quote|>adds... | more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everyt... | Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a... | 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 superiority. The... | 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! ... | said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor cler... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
adds Detering, | No speaker | school books." "And generals too,"<|quote|>adds Detering,</|quote|>"they become famous through war." | famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too,"<|quote|>adds Detering,</|quote|>"they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," | the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too,"<|quote|>adds Detering,</|quote|>... | were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can w... | home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith... | 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 Tjaden pre... | 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... | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home righ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"they become famous through war." | Detering | "And generals too," adds Detering,<|quote|>"they become famous through war."</|quote|>"Even more famous than emperors," | look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering,<|quote|>"they become famous through war."</|quote|>"Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other | either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering,<|quote|>"they become famous ... | what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already."... | a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker... | 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 Tjaden pretends to be ob... | 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, has to stand u... | offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police,... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Even more famous than emperors," | Katczinsky | "they become famous through war."<|quote|>"Even more famous than emperors,"</|quote|>adds Kat. "There are other | "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war."<|quote|>"Even more famous than emperors,"</|quote|>adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who | can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war."<|quote|>"Even more famo... | for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about ... | go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it i... | 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. "A country? I d... | 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... | 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 the first." "Well, ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
adds Kat. | No speaker | "Even more famous than emperors,"<|quote|>adds Kat.</|quote|>"There are other people back | "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors,"<|quote|>adds Kat.</|quote|>"There are other people back behind there who profit by | so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors,"<|quote|>adds Kat.... | his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has... | the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen... | 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 follow. A mountain ... | 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 meditates: "Hindenbur... | 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 in." Tjaden reappears. He... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," | Detering | famous than emperors," adds Kat.<|quote|>"There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain,"</|quote|>growls Detering. "I think it | famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat.<|quote|>"There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain,"</|quote|>growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of | about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat.<|quote|>"There ... | "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war ... | there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchm... | 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 follow. A mountain in Germany cann... | 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 meditates: "Hindenburg too, he has to s... | you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
growls Detering. | No speaker | by the war, that's certain,"<|quote|>growls Detering.</|quote|>"I think it is more | back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain,"<|quote|>growls Detering.</|quote|>"I think it is more a kind of fever," says | every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain,"<|quo... | one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, ... | are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as re... | 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 in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat." "Are you real... | 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 finished yet. He thi... | 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." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again joins the conversation, wondering just h... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I think it is more a kind of fever," | Kropp | war, that's certain," growls Detering.<|quote|>"I think it is more a kind of fever,"</|quote|>says Albert. "No one in | there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering.<|quote|>"I think it is more a kind of fever,"</|quote|>says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then | emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering.<|quo... | them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwi... | folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. T... | 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 in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat." "Are you really as stupid as... | 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 for ... | 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 in." Tjaden reappears. He is still... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Albert. | No speaker | more a kind of fever,"<|quote|>says Albert.</|quote|>"No one in particular wants | Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever,"<|quote|>says Albert.</|quote|>"No one in particular wants it, and then all at | become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever,"<|quote|>says Albert.</|... | "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school ... | are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we we... | 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." "Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?" growls ... | 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 king have t... | 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 in." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite exci... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." | Kropp | kind of fever," says Albert.<|quote|>"No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same."</|quote|>"But there are more lies | think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert.<|quote|>"No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same."</|quote|>"But there are more lies told by the other side | You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert.<|quote|>"No one in partic... | they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "... | workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what... | 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." "Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?" growls Kropp, "I don't ... | 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 stand up ... | 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." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again j... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," | Paul | in it all the same."<|quote|>"But there are more lies told by the other side than by us,"</|quote|>say I; "just think of | yet half the world is in it all the same."<|quote|>"But there are more lies told by the other side than by us,"</|quote|>say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have | that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same."<|quote|>"But there are more lies told by the other side than by us... | now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certa... | and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybo... | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't ... | 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 insisted on. "What rot you do hatch... | attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
say I; | No speaker | other side than by us,"<|quote|>say I;</|quote|>"just think of those pamphlets | more lies told by the other side than by us,"<|quote|>say I;</|quote|>"just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, | says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us,"<|quote|>say I;</|quote|>"just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on ... | become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in... | regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't ... | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away... | 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."... | 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." Tjaden reappears. He is still quite excited and again j... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." | Paul | than by us," say I;<|quote|>"just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits."</|quote|>Müller gets up. "Anyway, it | told by the other side than by us," say I;<|quote|>"just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits."</|quote|>Müller gets up. "Anyway, it is better that the war | "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I;<|quote|>"just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says th... | You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wan... | They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to t... | 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," replies Tjaden, "I don't feel myself offended." "Well, let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," reto... | 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... | 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 don't kno... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Müller gets up. | No speaker | They are the real culprits."<|quote|>Müller gets up.</|quote|>"Anyway, it is better that | to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits."<|quote|>Müller gets up.</|quote|>"Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead | same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits."<|quote|>Müller gets up.</|quote|>"Anyway, it is bet... | war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," ... | "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at ... | let me tell you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's you... | 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 has to go to the latrine the same a... | the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes." | Müller | real culprits." Müller gets up.<|quote|>"Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes."</|quote|>"True," assents Tjaden, "but no | hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müller gets up.<|quote|>"Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes."</|quote|>"True," assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be | are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müller gets up.<|quote|>"Anyway, it is better that the war is here in... | growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of ... | one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, ... | you," says Albert sourly, "it doesn't apply to tramps like you." "Then I can be going home right away," retorts Tjaden, and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if... | 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 has to go to the latrine the same as I have." "You ... | of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more tha... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"True," | Tjaden | a look at the shell-holes."<|quote|>"True,"</|quote|>assents Tjaden, "but no war | in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes."<|quote|>"True,"</|quote|>assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better | on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müller gets up. "Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes."<|quote|>"True,"</|quote|>assents Tjaden, "but no war ... | all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write... | to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become f... | and we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. St... | 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 Kat. "You've got a maggot in your brain, ... | 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, "I don't mean that at all. One people offends the other... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
assents Tjaden, | No speaker | look at the shell-holes." "True,"<|quote|>assents Tjaden,</|quote|>"but no war at all | Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes." "True,"<|quote|>assents Tjaden,</|quote|>"but no war at all would be better still." He | them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müller gets up. "Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes." "True,"<|quote|>assents Tjaden,</|quote|>"but no war at ... | at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write tha... | the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famo... | we all laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State ... | 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. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden... | of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"but no war at all would be better still." | Tjaden | the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden,<|quote|>"but no war at all would be better still."</|quote|>He is quite proud of | you take a look at the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden,<|quote|>"but no war at all would be better still."</|quote|>He is quite proud of himself because he has for | it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müller gets up. "Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden,<|quote|>"but no war at all would be better s... | there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought ... | either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through ... | laugh. "Ach, man! he means the people as a whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and hom... | 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. "You've got a maggot in your brain, Tjaden, just you run a... | there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchm... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy r... | No speaker | all would be better still."<|quote|>He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. ... | Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better still."<|quote|>He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of... | who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müller gets up. "Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better still."<|quote|>He is quite proud of himself because he has... | others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the ... | not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "Th... | whole, the State----" exclaims Müller. "State, State" --Tjaden snaps his fingers contemptuously, "Gendarmes, police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But ... | 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 th... | 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." "Are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?" growls Kropp, "I don't mean that at all. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." | Kropp | the grass and growls angrily:<|quote|>"The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business."</|quote|>"It won't make any difference, | view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily:<|quote|>"The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business."</|quote|>"It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As | limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily:<|quote|>"The best thing is not... | war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. ... | is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and... | French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "Th... | 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 fathe... | State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"It won't make any difference, that's sure," | Katczinsky | talk about the rotten business."<|quote|>"It won't make any difference, that's sure,"</|quote|>agrees Kat. As for the | best thing is not to talk about the rotten business."<|quote|>"It won't make any difference, that's sure,"</|quote|>agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return | of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business."<|quote|>"It won't make any difference, that's ... | of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into ... | thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müll... | rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well... | 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. And the French are over there to protect their fath... | here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all the new things and take back our old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the line again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed u... | No speaker | make any difference, that's sure,"<|quote|>agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all the new things and take back our old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the line again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree... | the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure,"<|quote|>agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all the new things and take back our old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the line again. On the way we pass through... | he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure,"<|quote|>agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we h... | scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the e... | it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müller gets up. "Anyway, it is better th... | before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden.... | 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. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now, who's in the right?"... | clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the w... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Great guns, something's hit that," | Paul | places there are tremendous craters.<|quote|>"Great guns, something's hit that,"</|quote|>I say to Kat. "Trench | ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters.<|quote|>"Great guns, something's hit that,"</|quote|>I say to Kat. "Trench mortars," he replies, and then | old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the line again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters.<|quote|>"Great guns, something's hit that,"</|quo... | practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all the new things and take back our old rags again. The good ones were merely fo... | Just you take a look at the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, b... | they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "... | 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 don't know," I say, "but whichever w... | taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you conside... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say to Kat. | No speaker | "Great guns, something's hit that,"<|quote|>I say to Kat.</|quote|>"Trench mortars," he replies, and | places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that,"<|quote|>I say to Kat.</|quote|>"Trench mortars," he replies, and then points up at one | ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the line again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that,"<|quote|>I say to Kat.</|quote|>"Trench... | lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all the new things and take back our old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead ... | at the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the li... | isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, ... | 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 it is there's w... | of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjaden. "It isn't any use to the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, othe... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Trench mortars," | Katczinsky | that," I say to Kat.<|quote|>"Trench mortars,"</|quote|>he replies, and then points | craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat.<|quote|>"Trench mortars,"</|quote|>he replies, and then points up at one of the | the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the line again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat.<|quote|>"Trench mortars,"</|quote|>he replies... | grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all the new things and take back our old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russi... | assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of... | the Kaiser either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famo... | 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 it is there's war all the same an... | us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. | No speaker | say to Kat. "Trench mortars,"<|quote|>he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missi... | guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat. "Trench mortars,"<|quote|>he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, t... | * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the line again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat. "Trench mortars,"<|quote|>he replies, and then points up at o... | growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all the new things and take back our old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go u... | "but no war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors inv... | either. He has everything he can want already." "I'm not so sure about that," contradicts Kat, "he has not had a war up till now. And every full-grown emperor requires at least one war, otherwise he wouldn't become famous. You look in your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through ... | 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 it is there's war all the same and every... | to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müller gets up. "Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volu... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"What can that mean?" | Paul | half, the legs are missing.<|quote|>"What can that mean?"</|quote|>I ask. "He's been blown | sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing.<|quote|>"What can that mean?"</|quote|>I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters | at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing.<|quote|>"What can that mean?"</|quote|>I ask. "He's been blown out o... | Russia, we go up the line again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat. "Trench mortars," he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branche... | of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." ... | more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet ha... | 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. "A country? I don't... | never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with the majority of Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I ask. | No speaker | missing. "What can that mean?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"He's been blown out of | top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's | trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?"<|quote|>I ask.</|quote|>"He's been blown out of his clothes,... | the line again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat. "Trench mortars," he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are ha... | The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any differ... | adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all th... | 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 follow. A mountain ... | you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French blacksmith or a French shoemaker want to attack us? No, it is merely the rulers. I had never seen a Frenchman before I came here, and it will be just the same with ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"He's been blown out of his clothes," | Tjaden | can that mean?" I ask.<|quote|>"He's been blown out of his clothes,"</|quote|>mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says | the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask.<|quote|>"He's been blown out of his clothes,"</|quote|>mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat, "we have seen that | the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask.<|quote|>"He's been blown out of his clothes,"</|quote|>mutters ... | again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat. "Trench mortars," he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A... | feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's ... | "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "... | 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 follow. A mountain in Germany cann... | war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
mutters Tjaden. | No speaker | blown out of his clothes,"<|quote|>mutters Tjaden.</|quote|>"It's funny," says Kat, "we | mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes,"<|quote|>mutters Tjaden.</|quote|>"It's funny," says Kat, "we have seen that a couple | naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes,"<|quote|>mutters Tjaden.</|quote|>"It's funny," says Kat, "we h... | a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat. "Trench mortars," he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the... | this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, w... | who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other ... | 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 in France. Or a river... | tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees K... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"It's funny," | Katczinsky | of his clothes," mutters Tjaden.<|quote|>"It's funny,"</|quote|>says Kat, "we have seen | ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden.<|quote|>"It's funny,"</|quote|>says Kat, "we have seen that a couple of times | is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden.<|quote|>"It's funny,"</|quote|>says Kat, "we have seen that ... | wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat. "Trench mortars," he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tr... | is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to retu... | by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than b... | 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 in France. Or a river, or a wood, o... | your school books." "And generals too," adds Detering, "they become famous through war." "Even more famous than emperors," adds Kat. "There are other people back behind there who profit by the war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kat, | No speaker | clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny,"<|quote|>says Kat,</|quote|>"we have seen that a | been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny,"<|quote|>says Kat,</|quote|>"we have seen that a couple of times now. If | in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny,"<|quote|>says Kat,</|quote|>"we have seen that a couple of t... | the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat. "Trench mortars," he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he sti... | that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almos... | war, that's certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," ... | 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 in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field ... | the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"we have seen that a couple of times now. If a mortar gets you it blows you almost clean out of your clothes. It's the concussion that does it." | Katczinsky | Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat,<|quote|>"we have seen that a couple of times now. If a mortar gets you it blows you almost clean out of your clothes. It's the concussion that does it."</|quote|>I search around. And so | out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat,<|quote|>"we have seen that a couple of times now. If a mortar gets you it blows you almost clean out of your clothes. It's the concussion that does it."</|quote|>I search around. And so it is. Here hang bits | fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat,<|quote|>"we have seen that a couple of times now. If a ... | trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I say to Kat. "Trench mortars," he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has hi... | the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all th... | certain," growls Detering. "I think it is more a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just... | 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 in France. Or a river, or a wood, or a field of wheat."... | Frenchmen as regards us. They weren't asked about it any more than we were." "Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them," grins Tjaden. "Not you, nor anybody else here." "Who are they then?" persists Tjade... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I search around. And so it is. Here hang bits of uniform, and somewhere else is plastered a bloody mess that was once a human limb. Over there lies a body with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tre... | No speaker | the concussion that does it."<|quote|>I search around. And so it is. Here hang bits of uniform, and somewhere else is plastered a bloody mess that was once a human limb. Over there lies a body with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and... | out of your clothes. It's the concussion that does it."<|quote|>I search around. And so it is. Here hang bits of uniform, and somewhere else is plastered a bloody mess that was once a human limb. Over there lies a body with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. ... | are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat, "we have seen that a couple of times now. If a mortar gets you it blows you almost clean out of your clothes. It's the concussion that does it."<|quote|>I search around. And so it is. Here hang bit... | points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his c... | thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all the new things and take back our old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the line again. On the ... | didn't want the war, the others say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same." "But there are more lies told by the other side than by us," say I; "just think of those pamphlets the prisoners have on them, where it says that we eat Belgian children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang t... | "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, "I don't mean that at all. One people offends the other----" "Then I haven't any business here at all,"... | can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and g... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"That's no joke, Kat," | Paul | the man had been kicking.<|quote|>"That's no joke, Kat,"</|quote|>say I. "No more is | are scratched up as though the man had been kicking.<|quote|>"That's no joke, Kat,"</|quote|>say I. "No more is a shell splinter in the | as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yards off in a shrub. The dead man lies on his face. There, where the arm wounds are, the earth is black with blood. Underfoot the leaves are scratched up as though the man had been kicking.<|quote|>"That's no joke, Kat,"</|quote|>say I. "No more is a sh... | bloody mess that was once a human limb. Over there lies a body with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yard... | squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat, "we have seen that a couple of times no... | us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; ev... | police, taxes, that's your State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you... | up. "Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time an... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
say I. | No speaker | kicking. "That's no joke, Kat,"<|quote|>say I.</|quote|>"No more is a shell | though the man had been kicking. "That's no joke, Kat,"<|quote|>say I.</|quote|>"No more is a shell splinter in the belly," he | been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yards off in a shrub. The dead man lies on his face. There, where the arm wounds are, the earth is black with blood. Underfoot the leaves are scratched up as though the man had been kicking. "That's no joke, Kat,"<|quote|>say I.</|quote|>"No more is a shell splinter in the... | once a human limb. Over there lies a body with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yards off in a shrub. The... | of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat, "we have seen that a couple of times now. If a mortar gets y... | opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from join... | State;--if that's what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us... | angrily: "The best thing is not to talk about the rotten business." "It won't make any difference, that's sure," agrees Kat. As for the windfall, we have to return almost all the new things and take back our old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the l... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"No more is a shell splinter in the belly," | Katczinsky | no joke, Kat," say I.<|quote|>"No more is a shell splinter in the belly,"</|quote|>he replies, shrugging his shoulders. | man had been kicking. "That's no joke, Kat," say I.<|quote|>"No more is a shell splinter in the belly,"</|quote|>he replies, shrugging his shoulders. "But don't get tender-hearted," says | out. I discover one of them twenty yards off in a shrub. The dead man lies on his face. There, where the arm wounds are, the earth is black with blood. Underfoot the leaves are scratched up as though the man had been kicking. "That's no joke, Kat," say I.<|quote|>"No more is a shell splinter in the belly,"</|quote|>he ... | human limb. Over there lies a body with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yards off in a shrub. The dead m... | tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat, "we have seen that a couple of times now. If a mortar gets you it... | quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwa... | what you are talking about, no thank you." "That's right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. ... | a look at the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself because he has for once scored over us volunteers. And his opinion is quite typical here, one meets it time and again, and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he replies, shrugging his shoulders. | No speaker | shell splinter in the belly,"<|quote|>he replies, shrugging his shoulders.</|quote|>"But don't get tender-hearted," says | I. "No more is a shell splinter in the belly,"<|quote|>he replies, shrugging his shoulders.</|quote|>"But don't get tender-hearted," says Tjaden. All this can only | in a shrub. The dead man lies on his face. There, where the arm wounds are, the earth is black with blood. Underfoot the leaves are scratched up as though the man had been kicking. "That's no joke, Kat," say I. "No more is a shell splinter in the belly,"<|quote|>he replies, shrugging his shoulders.</|quote|>"But don't ... | but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yards off in a shrub. The dead man lies on his face. There, where the arm wounds... | is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat, "we have seen that a couple of times now. If a mortar gets you it blows you almost clean out of your clothes. It... | and there is nothing with which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view.... | right," says Kat, "you've said something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labour... | children. The fellows who write that ought to go and hang themselves. They are the real culprits." Müller gets up. "Anyway, it is better that the war is here instead of in Germany. Just you take a look at the shell-holes." "True," assents Tjaden, "but no war at all would be better still." He is quite proud of himself ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"But don't get tender-hearted," | Tjaden | he replies, shrugging his shoulders.<|quote|>"But don't get tender-hearted,"</|quote|>says Tjaden. All this can | shell splinter in the belly," he replies, shrugging his shoulders.<|quote|>"But don't get tender-hearted,"</|quote|>says Tjaden. All this can only have happened a little | man lies on his face. There, where the arm wounds are, the earth is black with blood. Underfoot the leaves are scratched up as though the man had been kicking. "That's no joke, Kat," say I. "No more is a shell splinter in the belly," he replies, shrugging his shoulders.<|quote|>"But don't get tender-hearted,"</|quote|>... | underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yards off in a shrub. The dead man lies on his face. There, where the arm wounds are, the earth is ... | only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat, "we have seen that a couple of times now. If a mortar gets you it blows you almost clean out of your clothes. It's the concussion that does i... | which one can properly counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the g... | something for once, Tjaden. State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. ... | "Trench mortars," he replies, and then points up at one of the trees. In the branches dead men are hanging. A naked soldier is squatting in the fork of a tree, he still has his helmet on, otherwise he is entirely unclad. There is only half of him sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that m... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Tjaden. All this can only have happened a little while ago, the blood is still fresh. As everybody we see there is dead we do not waste any more time, but report the affair at the next stretcher-bearers' post. After all it is not our business to take these stretcher-bearers' jobs away from them. * * A patrol h... | No speaker | shoulders. "But don't get tender-hearted,"<|quote|>says Tjaden. All this can only have happened a little while ago, the blood is still fresh. As everybody we see there is dead we do not waste any more time, but report the affair at the next stretcher-bearers' post. After all it is not our business to take these stret... | belly," he replies, shrugging his shoulders. "But don't get tender-hearted,"<|quote|>says Tjaden. All this can only have happened a little while ago, the blood is still fresh. As everybody we see there is dead we do not waste any more time, but report the affair at the next stretcher-bearers' post. After all it is no... | face. There, where the arm wounds are, the earth is black with blood. Underfoot the leaves are scratched up as though the man had been kicking. "That's no joke, Kat," say I. "No more is a shell splinter in the belly," he replies, shrugging his shoulders. "But don't get tender-hearted,"<|quote|>says Tjaden. All this ca... | and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yards off in a shrub. The dead man lies on his face. There, where the arm wounds are, the earth is black with blood. Unde... | sitting up there, the top half, the legs are missing. "What can that mean?" I ask. "He's been blown out of his clothes," mutters Tjaden. "It's funny," says Kat, "we have seen that a couple of times now. If a mortar gets you it blows you almost clean out of your clothes. It's the concussion that does it." I search arou... | counter it, because that is the limit of their comprehension of the factors involved. The national feeling of the tommy resolves itself into this--here he is. But that is the end of it; everything else from joining up onwards he criticizes from a practical point of view. Albert lies down on the grass and growls angrily... | State and home-country, there's a big difference." "But they go together," insists Kropp, "without the State there wouldn't be any home-country." "True, but just you consider, almost all of us are simple folk. And in France, too, the majority of men are labourers, workmen, or poor clerks. Now just why would a French ... | back our old rags again. The good ones were merely for the inspection. * * Instead of going to Russia, we go up the line again. On the way we pass through a devastated wood with the tree trunks shattered and the ground ploughed up. At several places there are tremendous craters. "Great guns, something's hit that," I sa... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You must, it is your comrades, it is not any idiotic command," | Paul | into it again, I say<|quote|>"You must, it is your comrades, it is not any idiotic command,"</|quote|>and again: "What does it | hollow and yet slide back into it again, I say<|quote|>"You must, it is your comrades, it is not any idiotic command,"</|quote|>and again: "What does it matter to me, I have | I raise myself up a little to take a look around. My eyes burn with staring into the dark. A star-shell goes up;--I duck down again. I wage a wild and senseless fight, I want to get out of the hollow and yet slide back into it again, I say<|quote|>"You must, it is your comrades, it is not any idiotic command,"</|quote|... | a vain attempt;--they refuse to come away. I press myself down on the earth, I cannot go forward, I make up my mind to stay lying there. But immediately the wave floods over me anew, a mingled sense of shame, of remorse, and yet at the same time of security. I raise myself up a little to take a look around. My eyes bur... | try to turn my head. The sweat breaks out from every pore. I still continue to lie in my shallow bowl. I look at the time; only a few minutes have passed. My forehead is wet, the sockets of my eyes are damp, my hands tremble, and I am panting softly. It is nothing but an awful spasm of fear, a simple animal fear of pok... | beside me. I have not heard it coming and am terrified. At the same moment a senseless fear takes hold on me. Here I am alone and almost helpless in the dark--perhaps two other eyes have been watching me for a long while from another shell-hole in front of me, and a bomb lies ready to blow me to pieces. I try to pull m... | so it is. Here hang bits of uniform, and somewhere else is plastered a bloody mess that was once a human limb. Over there lies a body with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing... | the Russians with the flowing beards leaning against the wire fence, I have a bright picture of a canteen with stools, of a cinema in Valenciennes; tormented, terrified, in my imagination I see the grey, impalpable muzzle of a rifle which moves noiselessly before me whichever way I try to turn my head. The sweat breaks... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
and again: | No speaker | is not any idiotic command,"<|quote|>and again:</|quote|>"What does it matter to | it is your comrades, it is not any idiotic command,"<|quote|>and again:</|quote|>"What does it matter to me, I have only one | eyes burn with staring into the dark. A star-shell goes up;--I duck down again. I wage a wild and senseless fight, I want to get out of the hollow and yet slide back into it again, I say "You must, it is your comrades, it is not any idiotic command,"<|quote|>and again:</|quote|>"What does it matter to me, I have only o... | the earth, I cannot go forward, I make up my mind to stay lying there. But immediately the wave floods over me anew, a mingled sense of shame, of remorse, and yet at the same time of security. I raise myself up a little to take a look around. My eyes burn with staring into the dark. A star-shell goes up;--I duck down a... | I still continue to lie in my shallow bowl. I look at the time; only a few minutes have passed. My forehead is wet, the sockets of my eyes are damp, my hands tremble, and I am panting softly. It is nothing but an awful spasm of fear, a simple animal fear of poking out my head and crawling on farther. All my efforts sub... | the same moment a senseless fear takes hold on me. Here I am alone and almost helpless in the dark--perhaps two other eyes have been watching me for a long while from another shell-hole in front of me, and a bomb lies ready to blow me to pieces. I try to pull myself together. It is not my first patrol and not a particu... | plastered a bloody mess that was once a human limb. Over there lies a body with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them... | patrol because the fellows in their enthusiasm for cigarettes smoked while they were creeping about. Kat and Albert had simply to aim at the glowing ends of the cigarettes. A bomb or something lands close beside me. I have not heard it coming and am terrified. At the same moment a senseless fear takes hold on me. Here ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"What does it matter to me, I have only one life to lose----" | Paul | any idiotic command," and again:<|quote|>"What does it matter to me, I have only one life to lose----"</|quote|>That is the result of | your comrades, it is not any idiotic command," and again:<|quote|>"What does it matter to me, I have only one life to lose----"</|quote|>That is the result of all this leave, I reproach | with staring into the dark. A star-shell goes up;--I duck down again. I wage a wild and senseless fight, I want to get out of the hollow and yet slide back into it again, I say "You must, it is your comrades, it is not any idiotic command," and again:<|quote|>"What does it matter to me, I have only one life to lose----... | I cannot go forward, I make up my mind to stay lying there. But immediately the wave floods over me anew, a mingled sense of shame, of remorse, and yet at the same time of security. I raise myself up a little to take a look around. My eyes burn with staring into the dark. A star-shell goes up;--I duck down again. I wag... | continue to lie in my shallow bowl. I look at the time; only a few minutes have passed. My forehead is wet, the sockets of my eyes are damp, my hands tremble, and I am panting softly. It is nothing but an awful spasm of fear, a simple animal fear of poking out my head and crawling on farther. All my efforts subside lik... | moment a senseless fear takes hold on me. Here I am alone and almost helpless in the dark--perhaps two other eyes have been watching me for a long while from another shell-hole in front of me, and a bomb lies ready to blow me to pieces. I try to pull myself together. It is not my first patrol and not a particularly ris... | bloody mess that was once a human limb. Over there lies a body with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yard... | eyes have been watching me for a long while from another shell-hole in front of me, and a bomb lies ready to blow me to pieces. I try to pull myself together. It is not my first patrol and not a particularly risky one. But it is the first since my leave, and besides, the lie of the land is still rather strange to me. I... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
That is the result of all this leave, I reproach myself bitterly. But I cannot convince myself, I become terribly faint. I raise myself slowly and reach forward with my arms, dragging my body after me and then lie on the edge of the shell-hole, half in and half out. There I hear sounds and drop back. Suspicious soun... | No speaker | only one life to lose----"<|quote|>That is the result of all this leave, I reproach myself bitterly. But I cannot convince myself, I become terribly faint. I raise myself slowly and reach forward with my arms, dragging my body after me and then lie on the edge of the shell-hole, half in and half out. There I hear sou... | matter to me, I have only one life to lose----"<|quote|>That is the result of all this leave, I reproach myself bitterly. But I cannot convince myself, I become terribly faint. I raise myself slowly and reach forward with my arms, dragging my body after me and then lie on the edge of the shell-hole, half in and half o... | wage a wild and senseless fight, I want to get out of the hollow and yet slide back into it again, I say "You must, it is your comrades, it is not any idiotic command," and again: "What does it matter to me, I have only one life to lose----"<|quote|>That is the result of all this leave, I reproach myself bitterly. But ... | But immediately the wave floods over me anew, a mingled sense of shame, of remorse, and yet at the same time of security. I raise myself up a little to take a look around. My eyes burn with staring into the dark. A star-shell goes up;--I duck down again. I wage a wild and senseless fight, I want to get out of the hollo... | a few minutes have passed. My forehead is wet, the sockets of my eyes are damp, my hands tremble, and I am panting softly. It is nothing but an awful spasm of fear, a simple animal fear of poking out my head and crawling on farther. All my efforts subside like froth into the one desire to be able just to stay lying the... | almost helpless in the dark--perhaps two other eyes have been watching me for a long while from another shell-hole in front of me, and a bomb lies ready to blow me to pieces. I try to pull myself together. It is not my first patrol and not a particularly risky one. But it is the first since my leave, and besides, the l... | with nothing but a piece of the underpants on one leg and the collar of the tunic around its neck. Otherwise it is naked and the clothes are hanging up in the tree. Both arms are missing as though they had been pulled out. I discover one of them twenty yards off in a shrub. The dead man lies on his face. There, where t... | smoked while they were creeping about. Kat and Albert had simply to aim at the glowing ends of the cigarettes. A bomb or something lands close beside me. I have not heard it coming and am terrified. At the same moment a senseless fear takes hold on me. Here I am alone and almost helpless in the dark--perhaps two other ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"No, no," | Paul | I drop on my elbows.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>I whisper. The eyes follow | My legs give way and I drop on my elbows.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>I whisper. The eyes follow me. I am powerless to | still, perfectly still, without sound, the gurgle has ceased, but the eyes cry out, yell, all the life is gathered together in them for one tremendous effort to flee, gathered together there in a dreadful terror of death, of me. My legs give way and I drop on my elbows.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>I whisper. The eyes fo... | me with a look of utter terror. The body lies still, but in the eyes there is such an extraordinary expression of flight that for a moment I think they have power enough to carry the body off with them. Hundreds of miles away with one bound. The body is still, perfectly still, without sound, the gurgle has ceased, but ... | he must be dead, he doesn't feel anything any more; it is only the body that is gurgling there. Then the head tries to raise itself, for a moment the groaning becomes louder, his forehead sinks back upon his arm. The man is not dead, he is dying, but he is not dead. I drag myself toward him, hesitate, support myself on... | for the fire to cease so that my comrades may come. Minute after minute trickles away. I dare not look again at the dark figure in the shell-hole. With an effort I look past it and wait, wait. The bullets hiss, they make a steel net, never ceasing, never ceasing. Then I notice my bloody hand and suddenly feel nauseated... | to retreat. I sink down again, huddled, strained to the uttermost. The banging, the creeping, the clanging becomes audible. One single cry yelling amongst it all. They are raked with fire, the attack is repulsed. * * Already it has become somewhat lighter. Steps hasten over me. The first. Gone. Again, another. The ratt... | the shots. The next moment it is knocked out of my hand by a bullet. The fire is sweeping very low over the ground. I am not far enough from the enemy line to escape being picked off by one of the snipers if I attempt to get away. The light increases. Burning I wait for our attack. My hands are white at the knuckles, I... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I whisper. The eyes follow me. I am powerless to move so long as they are there. Then his hand slips slowly from his breast, only a little bit, it sinks just a few inches, but this movement breaks the power of the eyes. I bend forward, shake my head and whisper: | No speaker | on my elbows. "No, no,"<|quote|>I whisper. The eyes follow me. I am powerless to move so long as they are there. Then his hand slips slowly from his breast, only a little bit, it sinks just a few inches, but this movement breaks the power of the eyes. I bend forward, shake my head and whisper:</|quote|>"No, no, no,... | give way and I drop on my elbows. "No, no,"<|quote|>I whisper. The eyes follow me. I am powerless to move so long as they are there. Then his hand slips slowly from his breast, only a little bit, it sinks just a few inches, but this movement breaks the power of the eyes. I bend forward, shake my head and whisper:</... | still, without sound, the gurgle has ceased, but the eyes cry out, yell, all the life is gathered together in them for one tremendous effort to flee, gathered together there in a dreadful terror of death, of me. My legs give way and I drop on my elbows. "No, no,"<|quote|>I whisper. The eyes follow me. I am powerless ... | a look of utter terror. The body lies still, but in the eyes there is such an extraordinary expression of flight that for a moment I think they have power enough to carry the body off with them. Hundreds of miles away with one bound. The body is still, perfectly still, without sound, the gurgle has ceased, but the eyes... | be dead, he doesn't feel anything any more; it is only the body that is gurgling there. Then the head tries to raise itself, for a moment the groaning becomes louder, his forehead sinks back upon his arm. The man is not dead, he is dying, but he is not dead. I drag myself toward him, hesitate, support myself on my hand... | fire to cease so that my comrades may come. Minute after minute trickles away. I dare not look again at the dark figure in the shell-hole. With an effort I look past it and wait, wait. The bullets hiss, they make a steel net, never ceasing, never ceasing. Then I notice my bloody hand and suddenly feel nauseated. I take... | I sink down again, huddled, strained to the uttermost. The banging, the creeping, the clanging becomes audible. One single cry yelling amongst it all. They are raked with fire, the attack is repulsed. * * Already it has become somewhat lighter. Steps hasten over me. The first. Gone. Again, another. The rattle of machin... | probably given me up for lost long ago. * * It is early morning, clear and grey. The gurgling continues, I stop my ears, but soon take my fingers away again, because then I cannot hear the other sound. The figure opposite me moves. I shrink together and involuntarily look at it. Then my eyes remain glued to it. A man w... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"No, no, no," | Paul | shake my head and whisper:<|quote|>"No, no, no,"</|quote|>I raise one hand, I | the eyes. I bend forward, shake my head and whisper:<|quote|>"No, no, no,"</|quote|>I raise one hand, I must show him that I | The eyes follow me. I am powerless to move so long as they are there. Then his hand slips slowly from his breast, only a little bit, it sinks just a few inches, but this movement breaks the power of the eyes. I bend forward, shake my head and whisper:<|quote|>"No, no, no,"</|quote|>I raise one hand, I must show him tha... | sound, the gurgle has ceased, but the eyes cry out, yell, all the life is gathered together in them for one tremendous effort to flee, gathered together there in a dreadful terror of death, of me. My legs give way and I drop on my elbows. "No, no," I whisper. The eyes follow me. I am powerless to move so long as they... | drag myself toward him, hesitate, support myself on my hands, creep a bit farther, wait, again a terrible journey of three yards, a long, a terrible journey. At last I am beside him. Then he opens his eyes. He must have heard me and gazes at me with a look of utter terror. The body lies still, but in the eyes there is ... | bloody hand and suddenly feel nauseated. I take some earth and rub the skin with it, now my hand is muddy and the blood cannot be seen any more. The fire does not diminish. It is equally heavy from both sides. Our fellows have probably given me up for lost long ago. * * It is early morning, clear and grey. The gurgling... | of machine-guns becomes an unbroken chain. Just as I am about to turn round a little, something heavy stumbles, and with a crash a body falls over me into the shell-hole, slips down, and lies across me---- I do not think at all, I make no decision--I strike madly home, and feel only how the body suddenly convulses, the... | may come. Minute after minute trickles away. I dare not look again at the dark figure in the shell-hole. With an effort I look past it and wait, wait. The bullets hiss, they make a steel net, never ceasing, never ceasing. Then I notice my bloody hand and suddenly feel nauseated. I take some earth and rub the skin with ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I raise one hand, I must show him that I want to help him, I stroke his forehead. The eyes shrink back as the hand comes, then they lose their stare, the eyelids droop lower, the tension is past. I open his collar and place his head more comfortably upright. His mouth stands half open, it tries to form words. The l... | No speaker | and whisper: "No, no, no,"<|quote|>I raise one hand, I must show him that I want to help him, I stroke his forehead. The eyes shrink back as the hand comes, then they lose their stare, the eyelids droop lower, the tension is past. I open his collar and place his head more comfortably upright. His mouth stands half o... | bend forward, shake my head and whisper: "No, no, no,"<|quote|>I raise one hand, I must show him that I want to help him, I stroke his forehead. The eyes shrink back as the hand comes, then they lose their stare, the eyelids droop lower, the tension is past. I open his collar and place his head more comfortably uprig... | me. I am powerless to move so long as they are there. Then his hand slips slowly from his breast, only a little bit, it sinks just a few inches, but this movement breaks the power of the eyes. I bend forward, shake my head and whisper: "No, no, no,"<|quote|>I raise one hand, I must show him that I want to help him, I s... | has ceased, but the eyes cry out, yell, all the life is gathered together in them for one tremendous effort to flee, gathered together there in a dreadful terror of death, of me. My legs give way and I drop on my elbows. "No, no," I whisper. The eyes follow me. I am powerless to move so long as they are there. Then ... | him, hesitate, support myself on my hands, creep a bit farther, wait, again a terrible journey of three yards, a long, a terrible journey. At last I am beside him. Then he opens his eyes. He must have heard me and gazes at me with a look of utter terror. The body lies still, but in the eyes there is such an extraordina... | suddenly feel nauseated. I take some earth and rub the skin with it, now my hand is muddy and the blood cannot be seen any more. The fire does not diminish. It is equally heavy from both sides. Our fellows have probably given me up for lost long ago. * * It is early morning, clear and grey. The gurgling continues, I st... | an unbroken chain. Just as I am about to turn round a little, something heavy stumbles, and with a crash a body falls over me into the shell-hole, slips down, and lies across me---- I do not think at all, I make no decision--I strike madly home, and feel only how the body suddenly convulses, then becomes limp, and coll... | minute trickles away. I dare not look again at the dark figure in the shell-hole. With an effort I look past it and wait, wait. The bullets hiss, they make a steel net, never ceasing, never ceasing. Then I notice my bloody hand and suddenly feel nauseated. I take some earth and rub the skin with it, now my hand is mudd... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I want to help you, Comrade, camerade, camerade, camerade----" | Paul | press them shut and whisper:<|quote|>"I want to help you, Comrade, camerade, camerade, camerade----"</|quote|>eagerly repeating the word, to | that I must close them, press them shut and whisper:<|quote|>"I want to help you, Comrade, camerade, camerade, camerade----"</|quote|>eagerly repeating the word, to make him understand. There are | it but to cut it off. I look for the knife and find it again. But when I begin to cut the shirt the eyes open once more and the cry is in them again and the demented expression, so that I must close them, press them shut and whisper:<|quote|>"I want to help you, Comrade, camerade, camerade, camerade----"</|quote|>eager... | fellows over there capture me they will see that I wanted to help him, and so will not shoot me. He tries to resist, but his hand is too feeble. The shirt is stuck and will not come away, it is buttoned at the back. So there is nothing for it but to cut it off. I look for the knife and find it again. But when I begin t... | stands half open, it tries to form words. The lips are dry. My water bottle is not there. I have not brought it with me. But there is water in the mud, down at the bottom of the crater. I climb down, take out my handkerchief, spread it out, push it under and scoop up the yellow water that strains through into the hollo... | lies still, but in the eyes there is such an extraordinary expression of flight that for a moment I think they have power enough to carry the body off with them. Hundreds of miles away with one bound. The body is still, perfectly still, without sound, the gurgle has ceased, but the eyes cry out, yell, all the life is g... | it once with my helmet, which I take off and hold up to find out the level of the shots. The next moment it is knocked out of my hand by a bullet. The fire is sweeping very low over the ground. I am not far enough from the enemy line to escape being picked off by one of the snipers if I attempt to get away. The light i... | drop on my elbows. "No, no," I whisper. The eyes follow me. I am powerless to move so long as they are there. Then his hand slips slowly from his breast, only a little bit, it sinks just a few inches, but this movement breaks the power of the eyes. I bend forward, shake my head and whisper: "No, no, no," I raise on... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
eagerly repeating the word, to make him understand. There are three stabs. My field dressing covers them, the blood runs out under it, I press it tighter; there; he groans. That is all I can do. Now we must wait, wait. * * These hours.... The gurgling starts again--but how slowly a man dies! For this I know--he... | No speaker | you, Comrade, camerade, camerade, camerade----"<|quote|>eagerly repeating the word, to make him understand. There are three stabs. My field dressing covers them, the blood runs out under it, I press it tighter; there; he groans. That is all I can do. Now we must wait, wait. * * These hours.... The gurgling start... | whisper: "I want to help you, Comrade, camerade, camerade, camerade----"<|quote|>eagerly repeating the word, to make him understand. There are three stabs. My field dressing covers them, the blood runs out under it, I press it tighter; there; he groans. That is all I can do. Now we must wait, wait. * * These hour... | the knife and find it again. But when I begin to cut the shirt the eyes open once more and the cry is in them again and the demented expression, so that I must close them, press them shut and whisper: "I want to help you, Comrade, camerade, camerade, camerade----"<|quote|>eagerly repeating the word, to make him underst... | I wanted to help him, and so will not shoot me. He tries to resist, but his hand is too feeble. The shirt is stuck and will not come away, it is buttoned at the back. So there is nothing for it but to cut it off. I look for the knife and find it again. But when I begin to cut the shirt the eyes open once more and the c... | lips are dry. My water bottle is not there. I have not brought it with me. But there is water in the mud, down at the bottom of the crater. I climb down, take out my handkerchief, spread it out, push it under and scoop up the yellow water that strains through into the hollow of my hand. He gulps it down. I fetch some m... | an extraordinary expression of flight that for a moment I think they have power enough to carry the body off with them. Hundreds of miles away with one bound. The body is still, perfectly still, without sound, the gurgle has ceased, but the eyes cry out, yell, all the life is gathered together in them for one tremendou... | and hold up to find out the level of the shots. The next moment it is knocked out of my hand by a bullet. The fire is sweeping very low over the ground. I am not far enough from the enemy line to escape being picked off by one of the snipers if I attempt to get away. The light increases. Burning I wait for our attack. ... | anything any more; it is only the body that is gurgling there. Then the head tries to raise itself, for a moment the groaning becomes louder, his forehead sinks back upon his arm. The man is not dead, he is dying, but he is not dead. I drag myself toward him, hesitate, support myself on my hands, creep a bit farther, w... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for the first time, I see you are a ... | Paul | him and say to him:<|quote|>"Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for the ... | talk. So I speak to him and say to him:<|quote|>"Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed... | way; for that is the fate of all of us: if Kemmerich's leg had been six inches to the right; if Haie Westhus had bent his back three inches further forward---- * * The silence spreads. I talk and must talk. So I speak to him and say to him:<|quote|>"Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I w... | I had impressed the way back to our trench more sharply on my memory. If only he had run two yards farther to the left, he might now be sitting in the trench over there and writing a fresh letter to his wife. But I will get no further that way; for that is the fate of all of us: if Kemmerich's leg had been six inches t... | will still be getting mail from him--To-morrow, in a week's time--perhaps even a stray letter a month hence. She will read it, and in it he will be speaking to her. My state is getting worse, I can no longer control my thoughts. What would his wife look like? Like the little brunette on the other side of the canal? Doe... | would give much if he would but stay alive. It is hard to lie here and to have to see and hear him. In the afternoon, about three, he is dead. I breathe freely again. But only for a short time. Soon the silence is more unbearable than the groans. I wish the gurgling were there again, gasping, hoarse, now whistling soft... | there is water in the mud, down at the bottom of the crater. I climb down, take out my handkerchief, spread it out, push it under and scoop up the yellow water that strains through into the hollow of my hand. He gulps it down. I fetch some more. Then I unbutton his tunic in order to bandage him if it is possible. In an... | invisible dagger with which he stabs me: Time and my thoughts. I would give much if he would but stay alive. It is hard to lie here and to have to see and hear him. In the afternoon, about three, he is dead. I breathe freely again. But only for a short time. Soon the silence is more unbearable than the groans. I wish t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
It is quiet, the front is still except for the crackle of rifle fire. The bullets rain over, they are not fired haphazard, but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out. | No speaker | to do with it now."<|quote|>It is quiet, the front is still except for the crackle of rifle fire. The bullets rain over, they are not fired haphazard, but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out.</|quote|>"I will write to your | what I can even attempt to do with it now."<|quote|>It is quiet, the front is still except for the crackle of rifle fire. The bullets rain over, they are not fired haphazard, but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out.</|quote|>"I will write to your wife," I say hastily to | could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up--take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now."<|quote|>It is quiet, the front is still except for the crackle of rifle fi... | We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are just poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--. Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you ... | I speak to him and say to him: "Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for t... | if he would often have written to her;--she will still be getting mail from him--To-morrow, in a week's time--perhaps even a stray letter a month hence. She will read it, and in it he will be speaking to her. My state is getting worse, I can no longer control my thoughts. What would his wife look like? Like the little ... | are three stabs. My field dressing covers them, the blood runs out under it, I press it tighter; there; he groans. That is all I can do. Now we must wait, wait. * * These hours.... The gurgling starts again--but how slowly a man dies! For this I know--he cannot be saved. Indeed, I have tried to tell myself that he will... | collapses suddenly into the strange face of the dead that I have so often seen, strange faces, all alike. No doubt his wife still thinks of him; she does not know what has happened. He looks as if he would often have written to her;--she will still be getting mail from him--To-morrow, in a week's time--perhaps even a s... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I will write to your wife," | Paul | sides. I cannot get out.<|quote|>"I will write to your wife,"</|quote|>I say hastily to the | but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out.<|quote|>"I will write to your wife,"</|quote|>I say hastily to the dead man, "I will write | up--take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now." It is quiet, the front is still except for the crackle of rifle fire. The bullets rain over, they are not fired haphazard, but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out.<|quote|>"I will write to your wife,"</|quote|>I say hastily to the... | the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--. Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up--take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to d... | But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our ... | he will be speaking to her. My state is getting worse, I can no longer control my thoughts. What would his wife look like? Like the little brunette on the other side of the canal? Does she belong to me now? Perhaps by this act she becomes mine. I wish Kantorek were sitting here beside me. If my mother could see me----.... | * These hours.... The gurgling starts again--but how slowly a man dies! For this I know--he cannot be saved. Indeed, I have tried to tell myself that he will be, but at noon this pretence breaks down and melts before his groans. If only I had not lost my revolver crawling about, I would shoot him. Stab him I cannot. By... | here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayon... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say hastily to the dead man, | No speaker | will write to your wife,"<|quote|>I say hastily to the dead man,</|quote|>"I will write to her, | I cannot get out. "I will write to your wife,"<|quote|>I say hastily to the dead man,</|quote|>"I will write to her, she must hear it from | know what I can even attempt to do with it now." It is quiet, the front is still except for the crackle of rifle fire. The bullets rain over, they are not fired haphazard, but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out. "I will write to your wife,"<|quote|>I say hastily to the dead man,</|quote|>"I will write to ... | the same dying and the same agony--. Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up--take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now." It is quiet,... | to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, co... | My state is getting worse, I can no longer control my thoughts. What would his wife look like? Like the little brunette on the other side of the canal? Does she belong to me now? Perhaps by this act she becomes mine. I wish Kantorek were sitting here beside me. If my mother could see me----. The dead man might have had... | again--but how slowly a man dies! For this I know--he cannot be saved. Indeed, I have tried to tell myself that he will be, but at noon this pretence breaks down and melts before his groans. If only I had not lost my revolver crawling about, I would shoot him. Stab him I cannot. By noon I am groping on the outer limits... | her;--she will still be getting mail from him--To-morrow, in a week's time--perhaps even a stray letter a month hence. She will read it, and in it he will be speaking to her. My state is getting worse, I can no longer control my thoughts. What would his wife look like? Like the little brunette on the other side of the ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I will write to her, she must hear it from me, I will tell her everything I have told you, she shall not suffer, I will help her, and your parents too, and your child----" | Paul | hastily to the dead man,<|quote|>"I will write to her, she must hear it from me, I will tell her everything I have told you, she shall not suffer, I will help her, and your parents too, and your child----"</|quote|>His tunic is half open. | to your wife," I say hastily to the dead man,<|quote|>"I will write to her, she must hear it from me, I will tell her everything I have told you, she shall not suffer, I will help her, and your parents too, and your child----"</|quote|>His tunic is half open. The pocket-book is easy to | do with it now." It is quiet, the front is still except for the crackle of rifle fire. The bullets rain over, they are not fired haphazard, but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out. "I will write to your wife," I say hastily to the dead man,<|quote|>"I will write to her, she must hear it from me, I will tel... | Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up--take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now." It is quiet, the front is still except for the cr... | in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do... | no longer control my thoughts. What would his wife look like? Like the little brunette on the other side of the canal? Does she belong to me now? Perhaps by this act she becomes mine. I wish Kantorek were sitting here beside me. If my mother could see me----. The dead man might have had thirty more years of life if onl... | this I know--he cannot be saved. Indeed, I have tried to tell myself that he will be, but at noon this pretence breaks down and melts before his groans. If only I had not lost my revolver crawling about, I would shoot him. Stab him I cannot. By noon I am groping on the outer limits of reason. Hunger devours me, I could... | were there again, gasping, hoarse, now whistling softly and again hoarse and loud. It is mad, what I do. But I must do something. I prop the dead man up again so that he lies comfortably although he feels nothing any more. I close his eyes. They are brown, his hair is black and a bit curly at the sides. The mouth is fu... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
His tunic is half open. The pocket-book is easy to find. But I hesitate to open it. In it is the book with his name. So long as I do not know his name perhaps I may still forget him, time will obliterate it, this picture. But his name, it is a nail that will be hammered into me and never come out again. It has th... | No speaker | parents too, and your child----"<|quote|>His tunic is half open. The pocket-book is easy to find. But I hesitate to open it. In it is the book with his name. So long as I do not know his name perhaps I may still forget him, time will obliterate it, this picture. But his name, it is a nail that will be hammered int... | will help her, and your parents too, and your child----"<|quote|>His tunic is half open. The pocket-book is easy to find. But I hesitate to open it. In it is the book with his name. So long as I do not know his name perhaps I may still forget him, time will obliterate it, this picture. But his name, it is a nail t... | get out. "I will write to your wife," I say hastily to the dead man, "I will write to her, she must hear it from me, I will tell her everything I have told you, she shall not suffer, I will help her, and your parents too, and your child----"<|quote|>His tunic is half open. The pocket-book is easy to find. But I hesit... | and stand up--take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now." It is quiet, the front is still except for the crackle of rifle fire. The bullets rain over, they are not fired haphazard, but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out. "I will write to your wife," I say hastily to the dead m... | your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are just poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agon... | I wish Kantorek were sitting here beside me. If my mother could see me----. The dead man might have had thirty more years of life if only I had impressed the way back to our trench more sharply on my memory. If only he had run two yards farther to the left, he might now be sitting in the trench over there and writing a... | my revolver crawling about, I would shoot him. Stab him I cannot. By noon I am groping on the outer limits of reason. Hunger devours me, I could almost weep for something to eat, I cannot struggle against it. Again and again I fetch water for the dying man and drink some myself. This is the first man I have killed with... | I speak to him and say to him: "Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Comrade," | Paul | no more. The madness passes.<|quote|>"Comrade,"</|quote|>I say to the dead | groundless. The name troubles me no more. The madness passes.<|quote|>"Comrade,"</|quote|>I say to the dead man, but I say it | on an envelope, then swiftly thrust everything back into his tunic. I have killed the printer, Gerard Duval. I must be a printer, I think confusedly, be a printer, printer---- * * By afternoon I am calmer. My fear was groundless. The name troubles me no more. The madness passes.<|quote|>"Comrade,"</|quote|>I say to the... | myself off in this way and perhaps even yet get out of this; it is a little stratagem: if only I am allowed to escape, then I will see to it. So I open the book and read slowly:--Gerard Duval, compositor. With the dead man's pencil I write the address on an envelope, then swiftly thrust everything back into his tunic. ... | to these people as I intended. Impossible. I look at the portraits once more; they are clearly not rich people. I might send them money anonymously if I earn anything later on. I seize upon that, it is at least something to hold on to. This dead man is bound up with my life, therefore I must do everything, promise ever... | that will be hammered into me and never come out again. It has the power to recall this for ever, it will always come back and stand before me. Irresolutely I take the wallet in my hand. It slips out of my hand and falls open. Some pictures and letters drop out. I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the... | might now be sitting in the trench over there and writing a fresh letter to his wife. But I will get no further that way; for that is the fate of all of us: if Kemmerich's leg had been six inches to the right; if Haie Westhus had bent his back three inches further forward---- * * The silence spreads. I talk and must ta... | perhaps I may still forget him, time will obliterate it, this picture. But his name, it is a nail that will be hammered into me and never come out again. It has the power to recall this for ever, it will always come back and stand before me. Irresolutely I take the wallet in my hand. It slips out of my hand and falls o... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say to the dead man, but I say it calmly, | No speaker | more. The madness passes. "Comrade,"<|quote|>I say to the dead man, but I say it calmly,</|quote|>"To-day you, to-morrow me. But | The name troubles me no more. The madness passes. "Comrade,"<|quote|>I say to the dead man, but I say it calmly,</|quote|>"To-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out of | an envelope, then swiftly thrust everything back into his tunic. I have killed the printer, Gerard Duval. I must be a printer, I think confusedly, be a printer, printer---- * * By afternoon I am calmer. My fear was groundless. The name troubles me no more. The madness passes. "Comrade,"<|quote|>I say to the dead man, b... | off in this way and perhaps even yet get out of this; it is a little stratagem: if only I am allowed to escape, then I will see to it. So I open the book and read slowly:--Gerard Duval, compositor. With the dead man's pencil I write the address on an envelope, then swiftly thrust everything back into his tunic. I have ... | these people as I intended. Impossible. I look at the portraits once more; they are clearly not rich people. I might send them money anonymously if I earn anything later on. I seize upon that, it is at least something to hold on to. This dead man is bound up with my life, therefore I must do everything, promise everyth... | will be hammered into me and never come out again. It has the power to recall this for ever, it will always come back and stand before me. Irresolutely I take the wallet in my hand. It slips out of my hand and falls open. Some pictures and letters drop out. I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the stra... | now be sitting in the trench over there and writing a fresh letter to his wife. But I will get no further that way; for that is the fate of all of us: if Kemmerich's leg had been six inches to the right; if Haie Westhus had bent his back three inches further forward---- * * The silence spreads. I talk and must talk. So... | letters. I take them out and try to read them. Most of it I do not understand, it is so hard to decipher and I know scarcely any French. But each word I translate pierces me like a shot in the chest;--like a stab in the chest. My brain is taxed beyond endurance. But I realize this much, that I will never dare to write ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"To-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again." | Paul | but I say it calmly,<|quote|>"To-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again."</|quote|>The sun strikes low. I | say to the dead man, but I say it calmly,<|quote|>"To-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again."</|quote|>The sun strikes low. I am stupefied w... | have killed the printer, Gerard Duval. I must be a printer, I think confusedly, be a printer, printer---- * * By afternoon I am calmer. My fear was groundless. The name troubles me no more. The madness passes. "Comrade," I say to the dead man, but I say it calmly,<|quote|>"To-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out o... | this; it is a little stratagem: if only I am allowed to escape, then I will see to it. So I open the book and read slowly:--Gerard Duval, compositor. With the dead man's pencil I write the address on an envelope, then swiftly thrust everything back into his tunic. I have killed the printer, Gerard Duval. I must be a pr... | once more; they are clearly not rich people. I might send them money anonymously if I earn anything later on. I seize upon that, it is at least something to hold on to. This dead man is bound up with my life, therefore I must do everything, promise everything, in order to save myself; I swear blindly that I mean to liv... | has the power to recall this for ever, it will always come back and stand before me. Irresolutely I take the wallet in my hand. It slips out of my hand and falls open. Some pictures and letters drop out. I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the strain I am under, the uncertainty, the hunger, the danger... | fresh letter to his wife. But I will get no further that way; for that is the fate of all of us: if Kemmerich's leg had been six inches to the right; if Haie Westhus had bent his back three inches further forward---- * * The silence spreads. I talk and must talk. So I speak to him and say to him: "Comrade, I did not wa... | sides. I cannot get out. "I will write to your wife," I say hastily to the dead man, "I will write to her, she must hear it from me, I will tell her everything I have told you, she shall not suffer, I will help her, and your parents too, and your child----" His tunic is half open. The pocket-book is easy to find. But... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come quickly now. One hour more. If it were summer, it would... | No speaker | It shall never happen again."<|quote|>The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come quickly now. One h... | also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again."<|quote|>The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to ... | say to the dead man, but I say it calmly, "To-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again."<|quote|>The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exha... | envelope, then swiftly thrust everything back into his tunic. I have killed the printer, Gerard Duval. I must be a printer, I think confusedly, be a printer, printer---- * * By afternoon I am calmer. My fear was groundless. The name troubles me no more. The madness passes. "Comrade," I say to the dead man, but I say it... | my life, therefore I must do everything, promise everything, in order to save myself; I swear blindly that I mean to live only for his sake and his family, with wet lips I try to placate him--and deep down in me lies the hope that I may buy myself off in this way and perhaps even yet get out of this; it is a little str... | I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the strain I am under, the uncertainty, the hunger, the danger, these hours with the dead man have confused me, I want to hasten the relief, to intensify and to end the torture, as one strikes an unendurably painful hand against the trunk of a tree, regardless of ev... | inches further forward---- * * The silence spreads. I talk and must talk. So I speak to him and say to him: "Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth ... | will write to her, she must hear it from me, I will tell her everything I have told you, she shall not suffer, I will help her, and your parents too, and your child----" His tunic is half open. The pocket-book is easy to find. But I hesitate to open it. In it is the book with his name. So long as I do not know his ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I have promised you----" | Paul | any ill-luck, I babble mechanically:<|quote|>"I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I have promised you----"</|quote|>but already I know that | it. Now, merely to avert any ill-luck, I babble mechanically:<|quote|>"I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I have promised you----"</|quote|>but already I know that I shall not do so. | happen in the interval. I think no more of the dead man, he is of no consequence to me now. With one bound the lust to live flares up again and everything that has filled my thoughts goes down before it. Now, merely to avert any ill-luck, I babble mechanically:<|quote|>"I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I hav... | I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come quickly now. One hour more. If it were summer, it would be three hours more. One hour more. Now suddenly I begin to tremble; something might happen in the interval. I think no more of the dead man, he ... | * * By afternoon I am calmer. My fear was groundless. The name troubles me no more. The madness passes. "Comrade," I say to the dead man, but I say it calmly, "To-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life... | the chest. My brain is taxed beyond endurance. But I realize this much, that I will never dare to write to these people as I intended. Impossible. I look at the portraits once more; they are clearly not rich people. I might send them money anonymously if I earn anything later on. I seize upon that, it is at least somet... | are just poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--. Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty year... | if I earn anything later on. I seize upon that, it is at least something to hold on to. This dead man is bound up with my life, therefore I must do everything, promise everything, in order to save myself; I swear blindly that I mean to live only for his sake and his family, with wet lips I try to placate him--and deep ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
but already I know that I shall not do so. Suddenly it occurs to me that my own comrades may fire on me as I creep up; they do not know I am coming. I will call out as soon as I can so that they will recognize me. I will stay lying in front of the trench until they answer me. The first star. The front remains quie... | No speaker | everything I have promised you----"<|quote|>but already I know that I shall not do so. Suddenly it occurs to me that my own comrades may fire on me as I creep up; they do not know I am coming. I will call out as soon as I can so that they will recognize me. I will stay lying in front of the trench until they answer ... | "I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I have promised you----"<|quote|>but already I know that I shall not do so. Suddenly it occurs to me that my own comrades may fire on me as I creep up; they do not know I am coming. I will call out as soon as I can so that they will recognize me. I will stay lying in fron... | dead man, he is of no consequence to me now. With one bound the lust to live flares up again and everything that has filled my thoughts goes down before it. Now, merely to avert any ill-luck, I babble mechanically: "I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I have promised you----"<|quote|>but already I know that I s... | realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come quickly now. One hour more. If it were summer, it would be three hours more. One hour more. Now suddenly I begin to tremble; something might happen in the interval. I think no more of the dead man, he is of no consequence to me now. With on... | groundless. The name troubles me no more. The madness passes. "Comrade," I say to the dead man, but I say it calmly, "To-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall ... | realize this much, that I will never dare to write to these people as I intended. Impossible. I look at the portraits once more; they are clearly not rich people. I might send them money anonymously if I earn anything later on. I seize upon that, it is at least something to hold on to. This dead man is bound up with my... | just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--. Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up--take more, for ... | I take the wallet in my hand. It slips out of my hand and falls open. Some pictures and letters drop out. I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the strain I am under, the uncertainty, the hunger, the danger, these hours with the dead man have confused me, I want to hasten the relief, to intensify and to... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul." | Paul | to myself in my excitement:<|quote|>"No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul."</|quote|>When I use my Christian | I breathe deeply and talk to myself in my excitement:<|quote|>"No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul."</|quote|>When I use my Christian name it works as though | not know I am coming. I will call out as soon as I can so that they will recognize me. I will stay lying in front of the trench until they answer me. The first star. The front remains quiet. I breathe deeply and talk to myself in my excitement:<|quote|>"No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be sav... | before it. Now, merely to avert any ill-luck, I babble mechanically: "I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I have promised you----" but already I know that I shall not do so. Suddenly it occurs to me that my own comrades may fire on me as I creep up; they do not know I am coming. I will call out as soon as I c... | me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come quickly now. One hour more. If it were summer, it would be three hours more. One hour more. Now suddenly I begin to tremble; something might happen in t... | that I mean to live only for his sake and his family, with wet lips I try to placate him--and deep down in me lies the hope that I may buy myself off in this way and perhaps even yet get out of this; it is a little stratagem: if only I am allowed to escape, then I will see to it. So I open the book and read slowly:--Ge... | the front is still except for the crackle of rifle fire. The bullets rain over, they are not fired haphazard, but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out. "I will write to your wife," I say hastily to the dead man, "I will write to her, she must hear it from me, I will tell her everything I have told you, she s... | come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again." The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
When I use my Christian name it works as though someone else spoke to me, it has more power. The darkness grows. My excitement subsides, I wait cautiously until the first rocket goes up. Then I crawl out of the shell-hole. I have forgotten the dead man. Before me lies the on-coming night and the pale gleaming fiel... | No speaker | you will be saved, Paul."<|quote|>When I use my Christian name it works as though someone else spoke to me, it has more power. The darkness grows. My excitement subsides, I wait cautiously until the first rocket goes up. Then I crawl out of the shell-hole. I have forgotten the dead man. Before me lies the on-comin... | foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul."<|quote|>When I use my Christian name it works as though someone else spoke to me, it has more power. The darkness grows. My excitement subsides, I wait cautiously until the first rocket goes up. Then I crawl out of the shell-hole. I have forg... | as I can so that they will recognize me. I will stay lying in front of the trench until they answer me. The first star. The front remains quiet. I breathe deeply and talk to myself in my excitement: "No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul."<|quote|>When I use my Christian name it wor... | "I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I have promised you----" but already I know that I shall not do so. Suddenly it occurs to me that my own comrades may fire on me as I creep up; they do not know I am coming. I will call out as soon as I can so that they will recognize me. I will stay lying in front of the... | I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come quickly now. One hour more. If it were summer, it would be three hours more. One hour more. Now suddenly I begin to tremble; something might happen in the interval. I think no more of the dead man, he ... | family, with wet lips I try to placate him--and deep down in me lies the hope that I may buy myself off in this way and perhaps even yet get out of this; it is a little stratagem: if only I am allowed to escape, then I will see to it. So I open the book and read slowly:--Gerard Duval, compositor. With the dead man's pe... | The bullets rain over, they are not fired haphazard, but shrewdly aimed from all sides. I cannot get out. "I will write to your wife," I say hastily to the dead man, "I will write to her, she must hear it from me, I will tell her everything I have told you, she shall not suffer, I will help her, and your parents too, a... | people as I intended. Impossible. I look at the portraits once more; they are clearly not rich people. I might send them money anonymously if I earn anything later on. I seize upon that, it is at least something to hold on to. This dead man is bound up with my life, therefore I must do everything, promise everything, i... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Paul--Paul----" | Paul | answer rings out, my name:<|quote|>"Paul--Paul----"</|quote|>I call again in answer. | I call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name:<|quote|>"Paul--Paul----"</|quote|>I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert | light of a rocket I see something move in the wire, then it stiffens and lies still. Next time I see it again, yes, they are men from our trench. But I am suspicious until I recognize our helmets. Then I call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name:<|quote|>"Paul--Paul----"</|quote|>I call again in answer. It is... | I have forgotten the dead man. Before me lies the on-coming night and the pale gleaming field. I fix my eye on a shell-hole; the moment the light dies I scurry over into it, grope farther, spring into the next, duck down, scramble onward. I come nearer. There, by the light of a rocket I see something move in the wire, ... | I am coming. I will call out as soon as I can so that they will recognize me. I will stay lying in front of the trench until they answer me. The first star. The front remains quiet. I breathe deeply and talk to myself in my excitement: "No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul." When I... | of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again." The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I f... | will always come back and stand before me. Irresolutely I take the wallet in my hand. It slips out of my hand and falls open. Some pictures and letters drop out. I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the strain I am under, the uncertainty, the hunger, the danger, these hours with the dead man have confu... | both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again." The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is ap... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert who have come out with a stretcher to look for me. | No speaker | rings out, my name: "Paul--Paul----"<|quote|>I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert who have come out with a stretcher to look for me.</|quote|>"Are you wounded?" "No, no----" | call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name: "Paul--Paul----"<|quote|>I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert who have come out with a stretcher to look for me.</|quote|>"Are you wounded?" "No, no----" We drop into the trench. | of a rocket I see something move in the wire, then it stiffens and lies still. Next time I see it again, yes, they are men from our trench. But I am suspicious until I recognize our helmets. Then I call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name: "Paul--Paul----"<|quote|>I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert... | have forgotten the dead man. Before me lies the on-coming night and the pale gleaming field. I fix my eye on a shell-hole; the moment the light dies I scurry over into it, grope farther, spring into the next, duck down, scramble onward. I come nearer. There, by the light of a rocket I see something move in the wire, th... | am coming. I will call out as soon as I can so that they will recognize me. I will stay lying in front of the trench until they answer me. The first star. The front remains quiet. I breathe deeply and talk to myself in my excitement: "No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul." When I u... | it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life--and from me--? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again." The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I fall... | always come back and stand before me. Irresolutely I take the wallet in my hand. It slips out of my hand and falls open. Some pictures and letters drop out. I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the strain I am under, the uncertainty, the hunger, the danger, these hours with the dead man have confused m... | evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come quickly now. One hour more. If it were summer, it would be three hours more. One hour more. Now suddenly I begin to tremble; something might happen in the interval. I think no more of the dead man, he is of no consequence to me now. With one bound the l... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Are you wounded?" | Katczinsky | stretcher to look for me.<|quote|>"Are you wounded?"</|quote|>"No, no----" We drop into | have come out with a stretcher to look for me.<|quote|>"Are you wounded?"</|quote|>"No, no----" We drop into the trench. I ask for | again, yes, they are men from our trench. But I am suspicious until I recognize our helmets. Then I call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name: "Paul--Paul----" I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert who have come out with a stretcher to look for me.<|quote|>"Are you wounded?"</|quote|>"No, no----" We dr... | a shell-hole; the moment the light dies I scurry over into it, grope farther, spring into the next, duck down, scramble onward. I come nearer. There, by the light of a rocket I see something move in the wire, then it stiffens and lies still. Next time I see it again, yes, they are men from our trench. But I am suspicio... | in front of the trench until they answer me. The first star. The front remains quiet. I breathe deeply and talk to myself in my excitement: "No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul." When I use my Christian name it works as though someone else spoke to me, it has more power. The dark... | I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again." The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come qui... | and falls open. Some pictures and letters drop out. I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the strain I am under, the uncertainty, the hunger, the danger, these hours with the dead man have confused me, I want to hasten the relief, to intensify and to end the torture, as one strikes an unendurably painfu... | with my life, therefore I must do everything, promise everything, in order to save myself; I swear blindly that I mean to live only for his sake and his family, with wet lips I try to placate him--and deep down in me lies the hope that I may buy myself off in this way and perhaps even yet get out of this; it is a littl... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"No, no----" | Paul | for me. "Are you wounded?"<|quote|>"No, no----"</|quote|>We drop into the trench. | with a stretcher to look for me. "Are you wounded?"<|quote|>"No, no----"</|quote|>We drop into the trench. I ask for something to | are men from our trench. But I am suspicious until I recognize our helmets. Then I call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name: "Paul--Paul----" I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert who have come out with a stretcher to look for me. "Are you wounded?"<|quote|>"No, no----"</|quote|>We drop into the trenc... | moment the light dies I scurry over into it, grope farther, spring into the next, duck down, scramble onward. I come nearer. There, by the light of a rocket I see something move in the wire, then it stiffens and lies still. Next time I see it again, yes, they are men from our trench. But I am suspicious until I recogni... | the trench until they answer me. The first star. The front remains quiet. I breathe deeply and talk to myself in my excitement: "No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul." When I use my Christian name it works as though someone else spoke to me, it has more power. The darkness grows. ... | comrade. It shall never happen again." The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come quickly now. One ... | Some pictures and letters drop out. I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the strain I am under, the uncertainty, the hunger, the danger, these hours with the dead man have confused me, I want to hasten the relief, to intensify and to end the torture, as one strikes an unendurably painful hand against t... | of no consequence to me now. With one bound the lust to live flares up again and everything that has filled my thoughts goes down before it. Now, merely to avert any ill-luck, I babble mechanically: "I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I have promised you----" but already I know that I shall not do so. Suddenl... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
We drop into the trench. I ask for something to eat and wolf it down. Müller gives me a cigarette. In a few words I tell what happened. There is nothing new about it; it happens quite often. The night attack is the only unusual feature of the business. In Russia Kat once lay for two days behind the enemy lines bef... | No speaker | "Are you wounded?" "No, no----"<|quote|>We drop into the trench. I ask for something to eat and wolf it down. Müller gives me a cigarette. In a few words I tell what happened. There is nothing new about it; it happens quite often. The night attack is the only unusual feature of the business. In Russia Kat once lay... | stretcher to look for me. "Are you wounded?" "No, no----"<|quote|>We drop into the trench. I ask for something to eat and wolf it down. Müller gives me a cigarette. In a few words I tell what happened. There is nothing new about it; it happens quite often. The night attack is the only unusual feature of the busines... | from our trench. But I am suspicious until I recognize our helmets. Then I call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name: "Paul--Paul----" I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert who have come out with a stretcher to look for me. "Are you wounded?" "No, no----"<|quote|>We drop into the trench. I ask for som... | light dies I scurry over into it, grope farther, spring into the next, duck down, scramble onward. I come nearer. There, by the light of a rocket I see something move in the wire, then it stiffens and lies still. Next time I see it again, yes, they are men from our trench. But I am suspicious until I recognize our helm... | until they answer me. The first star. The front remains quiet. I breathe deeply and talk to myself in my excitement: "No foolishness now, Paul--Quiet, Paul, quiet--then you will be saved, Paul." When I use my Christian name it works as though someone else spoke to me, it has more power. The darkness grows. My excitem... | shall never happen again." The sun strikes low. I am stupefied with exhaustion and hunger. Yesterday is like a fog to me, there is no hope of getting out of this yet. I fall into a doze and do not at first realize that evening is approaching. The twilight comes. It seems to me to come quickly now. One hour more. ... | and letters drop out. I gather them up and want to put them back again, but the strain I am under, the uncertainty, the hunger, the danger, these hours with the dead man have confused me, I want to hasten the relief, to intensify and to end the torture, as one strikes an unendurably painful hand against the trunk of a ... | me to come quickly now. One hour more. If it were summer, it would be three hours more. One hour more. Now suddenly I begin to tremble; something might happen in the interval. I think no more of the dead man, he is of no consequence to me now. With one bound the lust to live flares up again and everything that has fill... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." | Katczinsky | both try to calm me.<|quote|>"You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for."</|quote|>I listen to them and | tell Kat and Albert. They both try to calm me.<|quote|>"You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for."</|quote|>I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their | In Russia Kat once lay for two days behind the enemy lines before he could make his way back. I do not mention the dead printer. But by next morning I can keep it to myself no longer. I must tell Kat and Albert. They both try to calm me.<|quote|>"You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is ... | no----" We drop into the trench. I ask for something to eat and wolf it down. Müller gives me a cigarette. In a few words I tell what happened. There is nothing new about it; it happens quite often. The night attack is the only unusual feature of the business. In Russia Kat once lay for two days behind the enemy l... | the light dies I scurry over into it, grope farther, spring into the next, duck down, scramble onward. I come nearer. There, by the light of a rocket I see something move in the wire, then it stiffens and lies still. Next time I see it again, yes, they are men from our trench. But I am suspicious until I recognize our ... | to me now. With one bound the lust to live flares up again and everything that has filled my thoughts goes down before it. Now, merely to avert any ill-luck, I babble mechanically: "I will fulfil everything, fulfil everything I have promised you----" but already I know that I shall not do so. Suddenly it occurs to me ... | it I do not understand, it is so hard to decipher and I know scarcely any French. But each word I translate pierces me like a shot in the chest;--like a stab in the chest. My brain is taxed beyond endurance. But I realize this much, that I will never dare to write to these people as I intended. Impossible. I look at th... | first rocket goes up. Then I crawl out of the shell-hole. I have forgotten the dead man. Before me lies the on-coming night and the pale gleaming field. I fix my eye on a shell-hole; the moment the light dies I scurry over into it, grope farther, spring into the next, duck down, scramble onward. I come nearer. There, b... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
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