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I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. | No speaker | what you are here for."<|quote|>I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole.</|quote|>"Look there for instance," points | you have done? That is what you are here for."<|quote|>I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole.</|quote|>"Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand | 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. "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 presence. It ... | 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 before he could make his way back. I do not mention the dead printer. But by next morning I ca... | 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 helmets. Then I call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name: "Paul--Paul----" I call again in answ... | 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 that my own comrades may fire on me as I creep up; they do not know I am coming. I will call... | 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 the portraits once more; they are clearly not rich people. I might send them money anonymousl... | 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." 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 thi... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Look there for instance," | Katczinsky | out there in the shell-hole.<|quote|>"Look there for instance,"</|quote|>points Kat. On the fire-step | drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole.<|quote|>"Look there for instance,"</|quote|>points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest | Albert. They both try to calm me. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole.<|quote|>"Look there for instance,"</|quote|>po... | the only unusual feature of the business. 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. "You can't do anything about it. What e... | 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----" 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----" We drop into ... | 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... | 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... | 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 tr... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: | No speaker | shell-hole. "Look there for instance,"<|quote|>points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry:</|quote|>"That's found a billet!" "Did | talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance,"<|quote|>points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry:</|quote|>"That's found a billet!" "Did you see how h... | to calm me. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance,"<|quote|>points Kat. On the fire-step sta... | of the business. 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. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? ... | 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. "Are you wounded?" "No, no----" We drop into the trench. I a... | 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 quiet. I breathe deeply and ... | 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 life, therefore I must ... | 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... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. | No speaker | he leapt in the air?"<|quote|>Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits.</|quote|>"What do you say to | billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?"<|quote|>Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits.</|quote|>"What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. | for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?"<|quote|>Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudl... | both try to calm me. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step st... | me. "Are you wounded?" "No, 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... | 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 use my Christian name it works as though someone else spoke to me, it has more power. Th... | 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 down in me lies the hope that I may buy myself off in this way and perhaps e... | 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... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"What do you say to that?" | Katczinsky | to-day with three unquestionable hits.<|quote|>"What do you say to that?"</|quote|>asks Kat. I nod. "If | heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits.<|quote|>"What do you say to that?"</|quote|>asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he | and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits.<|quote|>"What do you say to that?"</|quote... | you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy ... | 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 before he could make his way back. I do not mention the dead printer. Bu... | 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 excitement subsides, I wait cautiously until the first rocket goes up. Then I crawl ou... | 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 stratagem: if only I am allowed to escape, then I will see to it. S... | 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 before he could make ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
asks Kat. I nod. | No speaker | do you say to that?"<|quote|>asks Kat. I nod.</|quote|>"If he keeps that up | with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?"<|quote|>asks Kat. I nod.</|quote|>"If he keeps that up he will get a little | and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?"<|quote|>asks Kat. I nod.</|quote|>"If he keeps... | to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot... | 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 before he could make his way back. I do not mention the dead printer. But by next morning I can keep it to ... | 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 excitement subsides, I wait cautiously until the first rocket goes up. Then I crawl out of the shell-hole. I h... | 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 stratagem: if only I am allowed to escape, then I will see to it. So I open the book and read slo... | 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 excitement subsides, I wait c... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," | Kropp | that?" asks Kat. I nod.<|quote|>"If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening,"</|quote|>says Albert. "Or rather he | "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod.<|quote|>"If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening,"</|quote|>says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," | cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod.<|quote|>"If he keeps that up he will get a lit... | comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. The... | 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 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 longe... | 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 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. Befo... | 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:--Gerard Duval, ... | 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 trench until they answer me. The first star. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Albert. | No speaker | his buttonhole by this evening,"<|quote|>says Albert.</|quote|>"Or rather he will soon | a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening,"<|quote|>says Albert.</|quote|>"Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. | the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening,"<|quote|>says Albert.</|quote|>"Or rather ... | "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round pr... | the only unusual feature of the business. 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. "You can't do anything about it. What e... | 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 field. I fix my eye on a shell-hole; the moment the light... | 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 pencil I write the address on an envelope, then swiftly... | 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 excitement subsides, I wait cautiously until the first rocket goes up. Then I c... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," | Katczinsky | by this evening," says Albert.<|quote|>"Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major,"</|quote|>says Kat. We look at | coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert.<|quote|>"Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major,"</|quote|>says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not | Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert.<|quote|>"Or rather he will soon be mad... | for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and sc... | unusual feature of the business. 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. "You can't do anything about it. What else could... | 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 field. I fix my eye on a shell-hole; the moment the light dies I scurr... | 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 pencil I write the address on an envelope, then swiftly thrust ... | 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, then it stiffens and lies still. Next time I see it again, yes, they a... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kat. We look at one another. | No speaker | will soon be made acting-sergeant-major,"<|quote|>says Kat. We look at one another.</|quote|>"I would not do it," | says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major,"<|quote|>says Kat. We look at one another.</|quote|>"I would not do it," I say. "All the same," | point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major,"<|quote|>says Kat. We look at one an... | some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day... | 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. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for.... | 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 field. I fix my eye on a shell-hole; the moment the light dies I scurry over into it, grope farther, sprin... | 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. ... | 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 before he could make his way back. I do not mention the dead printer. But by n... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I would not do it," | Paul | We look at one another.<|quote|>"I would not do it,"</|quote|>I say. "All the same," | be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another.<|quote|>"I would not do it,"</|quote|>I say. "All the same," says Kat, "it's very good | to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another.<|quote|>"I would not do it,"</|quote|>I... | telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do ... | 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. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comfo... | 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 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 ... | 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 killed the printer, Gerard D... | 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 |
I say. | No speaker | "I would not do it,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"All the same," says Kat, | We look at one another. "I would not do it,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"All the same," says Kat, "it's very good for you | "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"All the same," says Kat, "it's v... | and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I no... | 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. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their pre... | 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, by the light 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... | 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 quiet. I breathe deeply... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"All the same," | Katczinsky | not do it," I say.<|quote|>"All the same,"</|quote|>says Kat, "it's very good | at one another. "I would not do it," I say.<|quote|>"All the same,"</|quote|>says Kat, "it's very good for you to see it | you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say.<|quote|>"All the same,"</|quote|>says Kat, "it's very good ... | the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he ... | 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. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. I... | 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, by the light of a rocke... | 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 printer, I ... | 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----" 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... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Kat, | No speaker | I say. "All the same,"<|quote|>says Kat,</|quote|>"it's very good for you | "I would not do it," I say. "All the same,"<|quote|>says Kat,</|quote|>"it's very good for you to see it just now." | that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say. "All the same,"<|quote|>says Kat,</|quote|>"it's very good for you to ... | Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he ... | 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. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere d... | 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, by the light of a rocket I see somet... | 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 printer, I think confus... | 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 helmets. Then I call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name: "Paul--Paul----" I call again in answer. It is Kat and A... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"it's very good for you to see it just now." | Katczinsky | "All the same," says Kat,<|quote|>"it's very good for you to see it just now."</|quote|>Sergeant Oellrich returns to the | not do it," I say. "All the same," says Kat,<|quote|>"it's very good for you to see it just now."</|quote|>Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his | Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say. "All the same," says Kat,<|quote|>"it's very good for you to see it just now."</|qu... | again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get ... | 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. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelli... | 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, by the light of a rocket I see something mo... | 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 printer, I think confusedly, be a pri... | 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 use my Christian name it works as though someone... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro. | No speaker | to see it just now."<|quote|>Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro.</|quote|>"You don't need to lose | "it's very good for you to see it just now."<|quote|>Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro.</|quote|>"You don't need to lose any more sleep over your | get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say. "All the same," says Kat, "it's very good for you to see it just now."<|quote|>Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. ... | "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergeant Oellrich turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by th... | keep it to myself no longer. I must tell Kat and Albert. They both try to calm me. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hol... | 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, then it stiffens and lies still. Next tim... | 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 printer, I think confusedly, be a printer, printer---- * * By afternoon I am calme... | 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, then it stiffens and lies still. Next time I see it again, yes, they are m... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You don't need to lose any more sleep over your affair," | Kropp | rifle searches to and fro.<|quote|>"You don't need to lose any more sleep over your affair,"</|quote|>nods Albert. And now I | fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro.<|quote|>"You don't need to lose any more sleep over your affair,"</|quote|>nods Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself any | he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say. "All the same," says Kat, "it's very good for you to see it just now." Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro.<|quote|>"You don't need to lose any more sleep over... | turns round proudly and scores his point. He heads the shooting list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," s... | to calm me. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some ... | 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 suspicious... | 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 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. "Comrad... | it to myself no longer. I must tell Kat and Albert. They both try to calm me. "You can't do anything about it. What else could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "L... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
nods Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself any more. | No speaker | more sleep over your affair,"<|quote|>nods Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself any more.</|quote|>"It was only because I | don't need to lose any more sleep over your affair,"<|quote|>nods Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself any more.</|quote|>"It was only because I had to lie there with | one another. "I would not do it," I say. "All the same," says Kat, "it's very good for you to see it just now." Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro. "You don't need to lose any more sleep over your affair,"<|quote|>nods Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself ... | list for to-day with three unquestionable hits. "What do you say to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say. "A... | could you have done? That is what you are here for." I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights o... | 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 helmets. Then I call. And immediately ... | 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 calmly, "To-day you, t... | 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 field. I fix my eye on ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"It was only because I had to lie there with him so long," | Paul | understand it myself any more.<|quote|>"It was only because I had to lie there with him so long,"</|quote|>I say. "After all, war | Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself any more.<|quote|>"It was only because I had to lie there with him so long,"</|quote|>I say. "After all, war is war." Oellrich's rifle cracks | same," says Kat, "it's very good for you to see it just now." Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro. "You don't need to lose any more sleep over your affair," nods Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself any more.<|quote|>"It was only because I had to lie there ... | to that?" asks Kat. I nod. "If he keeps that up he will get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say. "All the same," says Kat, "it's very good for you to see it just no... | I listen to them and feel comforted, reassured by their presence. It was mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and ag... | 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 helmets. Then I call. And immediately an answer rings out, my name: "Paul--Paul----" I call again in answ... | 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, "To-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight again... | 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 before he could make his way back. I do not... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say. | No speaker | there with him so long,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"After all, war is war." | because I had to lie there with him so long,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"After all, war is war." Oellrich's rifle cracks out sharp | Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro. "You don't need to lose any more sleep over your affair," nods Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself any more. "It was only because I had to lie there with him so long,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"After all, war is war." Oe... | get a little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say. "All the same," says Kat, "it's very good for you to see it just now." Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzz... | mere drivelling nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Di... | 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----" I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert who have come out with a stretcher to lo... | 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, "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... | who have come out with a stretcher to look for me. "Are you wounded?" "No, 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 featu... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"After all, war is war." | Paul | him so long," I say.<|quote|>"After all, war is war."</|quote|>Oellrich's rifle cracks out sharp | had to lie there with him so long," I say.<|quote|>"After all, war is war."</|quote|>Oellrich's rifle cracks out sharp and dry. CHAPTER X We | returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro. "You don't need to lose any more sleep over your affair," nods Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself any more. "It was only because I had to lie there with him so long," I say.<|quote|>"After all, war is war."</|quote|>Oellrich's rifle crac... | little coloured bird for his buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say. "All the same," says Kat, "it's very good for you to see it just now." Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of ... | nonsense that I talked out there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he... | 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----" I call again in answer. It is Kat and Albert who have come out with a stretcher to look for ... | * 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 a... | 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 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 p... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Oellrich's rifle cracks out sharp and dry. CHAPTER X We have dropped in for a good job. Eight of us have to guard a village that has been abandoned because it is being shelled too heavily. In particular we have to watch the supply dump as that is not yet empty. We are supposed to provision ourselves from the sa... | No speaker | "After all, war is war."<|quote|>Oellrich's rifle cracks out sharp and dry. CHAPTER X We have dropped in for a good job. Eight of us have to guard a village that has been abandoned because it is being shelled too heavily. In particular we have to watch the supply dump as that is not yet empty. We are supposed t... | him so long," I say. "After all, war is war."<|quote|>Oellrich's rifle cracks out sharp and dry. CHAPTER X We have dropped in for a good job. Eight of us have to guard a village that has been abandoned because it is being shelled too heavily. In particular we have to watch the supply dump as that is not yet empt... | muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro. "You don't need to lose any more sleep over your affair," nods Albert. And now I hardly understand it myself any more. "It was only because I had to lie there with him so long," I say. "After all, war is war."<|quote|>Oellrich's rifle cracks out sharp and dry. CHAPTER X We... | buttonhole by this evening," says Albert. "Or rather he will soon be made acting-sergeant-major," says Kat. We look at one another. "I would not do it," I say. "All the same," says Kat, "it's very good for you to see it just now." Sergeant Oellrich returns to the fire-step. The muzzle of his rifle searches to and fro... | there in the shell-hole. "Look there for instance," points Kat. On the fire-step stand some snipers. They rest their rifles with telescopic sights on the parapet and watch the enemy front. Once and again a shot cracks out. Then we hear the cry: "That's found a billet!" "Did you see how he leapt in the air?" Sergean... | 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----" 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,... | 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 also. I promise you,... | 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 quiet. I brea... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"The swine," | Katczinsky | a shell has just landed.<|quote|>"The swine,"</|quote|>grimaces Kat, and we continue | from the house opposite where a shell has just landed.<|quote|>"The swine,"</|quote|>grimaces Kat, and we continue our search. All at once | two pounds of fairly fresh butter. Suddenly there is a crash in the drawing room, and an iron stove hurtles through the wall past us and on, a yard from us out through the wall behind. Two holes. It comes from the house opposite where a shell has just landed.<|quote|>"The swine,"</|quote|>grimaces Kat, and we continue ... | sweat like monkeys moving it in, but a man cannot let a thing like that slip, and it would certainly be shot to pieces in a day or two. Kat and I do a little patrolling through the houses. In very short time we have collected a dozen eggs and two pounds of fairly fresh butter. Suddenly there is a crash in the drawing r... | we hearten ourselves. So we zealously set to work to create an idyll--an idyll of eating and sleeping, of course. The floor is first covered with mattresses which we haul in from the houses. Even a soldier's behind likes to sit soft. Only in the middle of the floor is there any clear space. Then we furnish ourselves wi... | are supposed to provision ourselves from the same store. We are just the right people for that;--Kat, Albert, Müller, Tjaden, Detering, our whole gang is there. Haie is dead, though. But we are mighty lucky all the same, all the other squads have had more casualties than we have. We select, as a dug-out, a reinforced c... | stretcher to look for me. "Are you wounded?" "No, 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 R... | with him so long," I say. "After all, war is war." Oellrich's rifle cracks out sharp and dry. CHAPTER X We have dropped in for a good job. Eight of us have to guard a village that has been abandoned because it is being shelled too heavily. In particular we have to watch the supply dump as that is not yet empty. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
grimaces Kat, and we continue our search. All at once we prick up our ears, hurry across, and suddenly stand petrified--there running up and down in a little sty are two live sucking pigs. We rub our eyes and look once again to make certain. Yes, they are still there. We seize hold of them--no doubt about it, two r... | No speaker | has just landed. "The swine,"<|quote|>grimaces Kat, and we continue our search. All at once we prick up our ears, hurry across, and suddenly stand petrified--there running up and down in a little sty are two live sucking pigs. We rub our eyes and look once again to make certain. Yes, they are still there. We seize ... | house opposite where a shell has just landed. "The swine,"<|quote|>grimaces Kat, and we continue our search. All at once we prick up our ears, hurry across, and suddenly stand petrified--there running up and down in a little sty are two live sucking pigs. We rub our eyes and look once again to make certain. Yes, the... | of fairly fresh butter. Suddenly there is a crash in the drawing room, and an iron stove hurtles through the wall past us and on, a yard from us out through the wall behind. Two holes. It comes from the house opposite where a shell has just landed. "The swine,"<|quote|>grimaces Kat, and we continue our search. All at ... | monkeys moving it in, but a man cannot let a thing like that slip, and it would certainly be shot to pieces in a day or two. Kat and I do a little patrolling through the houses. In very short time we have collected a dozen eggs and two pounds of fairly fresh butter. Suddenly there is a crash in the drawing room, and an... | ourselves. So we zealously set to work to create an idyll--an idyll of eating and sleeping, of course. The floor is first covered with mattresses which we haul in from the houses. Even a soldier's behind likes to sit soft. Only in the middle of the floor is there any clear space. Then we furnish ourselves with blankets... | to provision ourselves from the same store. We are just the right people for that;--Kat, Albert, Müller, Tjaden, Detering, our whole gang is there. Haie is dead, though. But we are mighty lucky all the same, all the other squads have had more casualties than we have. We select, as a dug-out, a reinforced concrete cella... | look for me. "Are you wounded?" "No, 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 onc... | is dead, though. But we are mighty lucky all the same, all the other squads have had more casualties than we have. We select, as a dug-out, a reinforced concrete cellar into which steps lead down from above. The entrance is protected by a separate concrete wall. Now we develop an immense industry. This is an opportunit... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee." | Katczinsky | morning his first call is:<|quote|>"Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee."</|quote|>We put on extraordinary airs, | is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is:<|quote|>"Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee."</|quote|>We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other | to stay here till the end of the war. Tjaden has become so fastidious that he only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he was brought up that way. And Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is:<|quote|>"Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee."</|quote|>We put on extraordi... | for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under the shells and we lead a charmed life. So long as any part of the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay here till the end of the war. Tj... | pour in like a swarm of bees and pounce on the bread. We let them have their own way. If we said anything it would only mean a good hiding for us. So we go differently about it. We explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What d... | About ten o'clock we throw the bones of the sucking pigs outside the door. Then there is cognac and rum--also from the blessed supply dump--and once again long, fat cigars with belly-bands. Tjaden suggests that it lacks only one thing: Girls from an officers' brothel. Late in the evening we hear mewing. A little grey c... | are in for trouble. The observation balloons have spotted the smoke from our chimney, and the shells start to drop on us. They are those damned spraying little daisy-cutters that make only a small hole and scatter widely close to the ground. They keep dropping closer and closer all round us; still we cannot leave the g... | down. Munition columns tear along the street. On one side the supply dump has been ripped open. In spite of all the flying fragments the drivers of the munition columns pour in like a swarm of bees and pounce on the bread. We let them have their own way. If we said anything it would only mean a good hiding for us. So w... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. | No speaker | in the caviare and coffee."<|quote|>We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders.</|quote|>"There is something itching under | first call is: "Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee."<|quote|>We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders.</|quote|>"There is something itching under my foot; Kropp, my man, | the war. Tjaden has become so fastidious that he only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he was brought up that way. And Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee."<|quote|>We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other ... | thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under the shells and we lead a charmed life. So long as any part of the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay here till the end of the war. Tjaden has become so fastidious that he only h... | and pounce on the bread. We let them have their own way. If we said anything it would only mean a good hiding for us. So we go differently about it. We explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a wh... | of the sucking pigs outside the door. Then there is cognac and rum--also from the blessed supply dump--and once again long, fat cigars with belly-bands. Tjaden suggests that it lacks only one thing: Girls from an officers' brothel. Late in the evening we hear mewing. A little grey cat sits in the entrance. We entice it... | have spotted the smoke from our chimney, and the shells start to drop on us. They are those damned spraying little daisy-cutters that make only a small hole and scatter widely close to the ground. They keep dropping closer and closer all round us; still we cannot leave the grub in the lurch. A couple of splinters whizz... | three men with their pants down are always sitting about outside and cursing. I have been out nine times myself. About four o'clock in the morning we reach a record: all eleven men, guards and visitors, are squatting outside. Burning houses stand out like torches against the night. Shells lumber across and crash down. ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot. | No speaker | catch that louse at once,"<|quote|>says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot.</|quote|>"Tjaden!" -- "What?" -- "Stand | my foot; Kropp, my man, catch that louse at once,"<|quote|>says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot.</|quote|>"Tjaden!" -- "What?" -- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; and what's | most cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee." We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "There is something itching under my foot; Kropp, my man, catch that louse at once,"<|quote|>says Leer, poking out his leg at... | stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay here till the end of the war. Tjaden has become so fastidious that he only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he was brought up that way. And Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "Emil, bring in the cavi... | we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight... | from an officers' brothel. Late in the evening we hear mewing. A little grey cat sits in the entrance. We entice it in and give it something to eat. And that wakes up our own appetites once more. Still chewing, we lie down to sleep. But the night is bad. We have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the... | ground. They keep dropping closer and closer all round us; still we cannot leave the grub in the lurch. A couple of splinters whizz through the top of the kitchen window. The roast is already cooked. But frying the pancakes is getting difficult. The explosions come so fast that the splinters strike often and oftener ag... | a good hiding for us. So we go differently about it. We explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
-- | No speaker | stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!"<|quote|>--</|quote|>"What?" -- "Stand at ease, | Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!"<|quote|>--</|quote|>"What?" -- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; and what's more, don't | treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "There is something itching under my foot; Kropp, my man, catch that louse at once," says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!"<|quote|>--</|quote|>"What?" -- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; ... | that he only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he was brought up that way. And Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee." We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "... | are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under... | and give it something to eat. And that wakes up our own appetites once more. Still chewing, we lie down to sleep. But the night is bad. We have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitti... | whizz through the top of the kitchen window. The roast is already cooked. But frying the pancakes is getting difficult. The explosions come so fast that the splinters strike often and oftener against the wall of the house and sweep in through the window. Whenever I hear a shell coming I drop down on one knee with the p... | broken the plate. About two o'clock we start the meal. It lasts till six. We drink coffee until half-past seven--officers' coffee from the supply dump--and smoke officers' cigars and cigarettes--also from the supply dump. Punctually at half-past seven we begin the evening meal. About ten o'clock we throw the bones of t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"What?" | Tjaden | by the foot. "Tjaden!" --<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>-- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; | drags him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!" --<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>-- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; and what's more, don't say | the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "There is something itching under my foot; Kropp, my man, catch that louse at once," says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!" --<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>-- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; and wha... | he only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he was brought up that way. And Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee." We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "There... | short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under the... | give it something to eat. And that wakes up our own appetites once more. Still chewing, we lie down to sleep. But the night is bad. We have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitting a... | through the top of the kitchen window. The roast is already cooked. But frying the pancakes is getting difficult. The explosions come so fast that the splinters strike often and oftener against the wall of the house and sweep in through the window. Whenever I hear a shell coming I drop down on one knee with the pan and... | know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes thus in eating, ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
-- | No speaker | the foot. "Tjaden!" -- "What?"<|quote|>--</|quote|>"Stand at ease, Tjaden; and | him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!" -- "What?"<|quote|>--</|quote|>"Stand at ease, Tjaden; and what's more, don't say 'What,' | other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "There is something itching under my foot; Kropp, my man, catch that louse at once," says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!" -- "What?"<|quote|>--</|quote|>"Stand at ease, Tjaden; and what's ... | only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he was brought up that way. And Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee." We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "There is... | of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under the shell... | it something to eat. And that wakes up our own appetites once more. Still chewing, we lie down to sleep. But the night is bad. We have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitting about ... | the top of the kitchen window. The roast is already cooked. But frying the pancakes is getting difficult. The explosions come so fast that the splinters strike often and oftener against the wall of the house and sweep in through the window. Whenever I hear a shell coming I drop down on one knee with the pan and the pan... | entice it in and give it something to eat. And that wakes up our own appetites once more. Still chewing, we lie down to sleep. But the night is bad. We have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's | No speaker | 'What,' say 'Yes, Sir,'--now: Tjaden!"<|quote|>Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's</|quote|>"Götz von Berlichingen," with which | and what's more, don't say 'What,' say 'Yes, Sir,'--now: Tjaden!"<|quote|>Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's</|quote|>"Götz von Berlichingen," with which he is always very free. | my foot; Kropp, my man, catch that louse at once," says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!" -- "What?" -- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; and what's more, don't say 'What,' say 'Yes, Sir,'--now: Tjaden!"<|quote|>Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase fr... | that he was brought up that way. And Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee." We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "There is something itching under my foot; Kropp, my man, catch that louse at onc... | For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under the shells and we lead a charmed life. So long as any part of the supply dump still ... | we lie down to sleep. But the night is bad. We have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitting about outside and cursing. I have been out nine times myself. About four o'clock in the m... | is getting difficult. The explosions come so fast that the splinters strike often and oftener against the wall of the house and sweep in through the window. Whenever I hear a shell coming I drop down on one knee with the pan and the pancakes, and duck behind the wall of the window. Immediately afterwards I am up again ... | with the plate clamped against my chest with both hands. I am almost in, I run like a deer, sweep round the wall, fragments clatter against the concrete, I tumble down the cellar steps, my elbows are skinned, but I have not lost a single pancake, nor even broken the plate. About two o'clock we start the meal. It lasts ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Götz von Berlichingen," | No speaker | the well-known phrase from Goethe's<|quote|>"Götz von Berlichingen,"</|quote|>with which he is always | Sir,'--now: Tjaden!" Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's<|quote|>"Götz von Berlichingen,"</|quote|>with which he is always very free. After eight more | at once," says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!" -- "What?" -- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; and what's more, don't say 'What,' say 'Yes, Sir,'--now: Tjaden!" Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's<|quote|>"Götz von Berlichingen,"</|qu... | Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee." We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "There is something itching under my foot; Kropp, my man, catch that louse at once," says Leer, poking out his leg at ... | depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under the shells and we lead a charmed life. So long as any part of the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing bette... | is bad. We have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitting about outside and cursing. I have been out nine times myself. About four o'clock in the morning we reach a record: all eleven... | that the splinters strike often and oftener against the wall of the house and sweep in through the window. Whenever I hear a shell coming I drop down on one knee with the pan and the pancakes, and duck behind the wall of the window. Immediately afterwards I am up again and going on with the frying. The Saxons stop sing... | evening meal. About ten o'clock we throw the bones of the sucking pigs outside the door. Then there is cognac and rum--also from the blessed supply dump--and once again long, fat cigars with belly-bands. Tjaden suggests that it lacks only one thing: Girls from an officers' brothel. Late in the evening we hear mewing. A... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
with which he is always very free. After eight more days we receive orders to go back. The palmy days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And be... | No speaker | from Goethe's "Götz von Berlichingen,"<|quote|>with which he is always very free. After eight more days we receive orders to go back. The palmy days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk c... | retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's "Götz von Berlichingen,"<|quote|>with which he is always very free. After eight more days we receive orders to go back. The palmy days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-pos... | Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!" -- "What?" -- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; and what's more, don't say 'What,' say 'Yes, Sir,'--now: Tjaden!" Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's "Götz von Berlichingen,"<|quote|>with which he is al... | cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "Emil, bring in the caviare and coffee." We put on extraordinary airs, every man treats the other as his valet, bounces him and gives him orders. "There is something itching under my foot; Kropp, my man, catch that louse at once," says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a b... | it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under the shells and we lead a charmed life. So long as any part of the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay... | have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitting about outside and cursing. I have been out nine times myself. About four o'clock in the morning we reach a record: all eleven men, guard... | strike often and oftener against the wall of the house and sweep in through the window. Whenever I hear a shell coming I drop down on one knee with the pan and the pancakes, and duck behind the wall of the window. Immediately afterwards I am up again and going on with the frying. The Saxons stop singing--a fragment has... | broken the plate. About two o'clock we start the meal. It lasts till six. We drink coffee until half-past seven--officers' coffee from the supply dump--and smoke officers' cigars and cigarettes--also from the supply dump. Punctually at half-past seven we begin the evening meal. About ten o'clock we throw the bones of t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You are lost" | No speaker | with a terrible, throttling fear:<|quote|>"You are lost"</|quote|>--and the next moment a | fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear:<|quote|>"You are lost"</|quote|>--and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip | a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear:<|quote|>"You are lost"</|quote|>-... | for ever looking back. A few carry miserable-looking dolls. All are silent as they pass us by. We are marching in column; the French do not fire on a town in which there are still inhabitants. But a few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter ... | saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned town. * * A few days later we are sent out to evacuate a village. On the way we meet the fleeing inhabitants trundling their goods and chattels along with them in wheel... | at ease, Tjaden; and what's more, don't say 'What,' say 'Yes, Sir,'--now: Tjaden!" Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's "Götz von Berlichingen," with which he is always very free. After eight more days we receive orders to go back. The palmy days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They a... | to eat. And that wakes up our own appetites once more. Still chewing, we lie down to sleep. But the night is bad. We have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitting about outside and c... | armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a theatre box. Above us swells the silken cover like a baldaquin. Each man has a long cigar in his mouth. And thus from aloft we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
--and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. | No speaker | throttling fear: "You are lost"<|quote|>--and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me.</|quote|>"Quick, up, Albert!" I yell, | leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost"<|quote|>--and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me.</|quote|>"Quick, up, Albert!" I yell, for we are lying unsheltered | landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost"<|quote|>--and the next moment ... | back. A few carry miserable-looking dolls. All are silent as they pass us by. We are marching in column; the French do not fire on a town in which there are still inhabitants. But a few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselv... | and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned town. * * A few days later we are sent out to evacuate a village. On the way we meet the fleeing inhabitants trundling their goods and chattels along with them in wheel-barrows, peramb... | and what's more, don't say 'What,' say 'Yes, Sir,'--now: Tjaden!" Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's "Götz von Berlichingen," with which he is always very free. After eight more days we receive orders to go back. The palmy days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high w... | that wakes up our own appetites once more. Still chewing, we lie down to sleep. But the night is bad. We have eaten too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitting about outside and cursing. I ha... | days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sa... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Quick, up, Albert!" | Paul | out; he is beside me.<|quote|>"Quick, up, Albert!"</|quote|>I yell, for we are | leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me.<|quote|>"Quick, up, Albert!"</|quote|>I yell, for we are lying unsheltered in the open | leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me.<|quote|>"Quick, up, Albert!"</|quote|>I yell, for we ar... | fire on a town in which there are still inhabitants. But a few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do un... | abandoned town. * * A few days later we are sent out to evacuate a village. On the way we meet the fleeing inhabitants trundling their goods and chattels along with them in wheel-barrows, perambulators, and on their backs. Their figures are bent, their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children ... | he is always very free. After eight more days we receive orders to go back. The palmy days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the h... | too much fat. Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitting about outside and cursing. I have been out nine times myself. About four o'clock in the morning we reach a record: all eleven men, guards and visit... | and we lead a charmed life. So long as any part of the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay here till the end of the war. Tjaden has become so fastidious that he only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he was brought up that way. And Kat is ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I yell, for we are lying unsheltered in the open field. He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies ... | No speaker | beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!"<|quote|>I yell, for we are lying unsheltered in the open field. He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I fol... | Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!"<|quote|>I yell, for we are lying unsheltered in the open field. He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies ove... | hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!"<|quote|>I yell, for we are lying unsheltered in t... | town in which there are still inhabitants. But a few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciousl... | * A few days later we are sent out to evacuate a village. On the way we meet the fleeing inhabitants trundling their goods and chattels along with them in wheel-barrows, perambulators, and on their backs. Their figures are bent, their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their m... | very free. After eight more days we receive orders to go back. The palmy days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed... | Fresh baby pig is very griping to the bowels. There is an everlasting coming and going in the dug-out. Two, three men with their pants down are always sitting about outside and cursing. I have been out nine times myself. About four o'clock in the morning we reach a record: all eleven men, guards and visitors, are squat... | of the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay here till the end of the war. Tjaden has become so fastidious that he only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he was brought up that way. And Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is:... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," | Kropp | dozen times, I am exhausted.<|quote|>"Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown,"</|quote|>groans Albert. "Where has it | we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted.<|quote|>"Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown,"</|quote|>groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. | a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted.<|quote|>"Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown,"</|quote|>groa... | runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover... | the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear:... | in them as in a theatre box. Above us swells the silken cover like a baldaquin. Each man has a long cigar in his mouth. And thus from aloft we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries... | We let them have their own way. If we said anything it would only mean a good hiding for us. So we go differently about it. We explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown ... | often dip into it, and the tough ham sausages, the tins of liver sausages, the conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a theatre box. Above us swells the silk... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
groans Albert. | No speaker | I'll fall in and drown,"<|quote|>groans Albert.</|quote|>"Where has it got you?" | exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown,"<|quote|>groans Albert.</|quote|>"Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the | are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown,"<|quote|>groans Albert.</|quote|>"Where has it got you?" I ask him. ... | over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks.... | landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow s... | swells the silken cover like a baldaquin. Each man has a long cigar in his mouth. And thus from aloft we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind u... | said anything it would only mean a good hiding for us. So we go differently about it. We explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some ... | more days we receive orders to go back. The palmy days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed a bag full of choice e... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Where has it got you?" | Paul | in and drown," groans Albert.<|quote|>"Where has it got you?"</|quote|>I ask him. "In the | get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert.<|quote|>"Where has it got you?"</|quote|>I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you | with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert.<|quote|>"Where has it got you?"</|quote|>I ask him. "In the knee, ... | hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenev... | the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a ... | silken cover like a baldaquin. Each man has a long cigar in his mouth. And thus from aloft we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shell... | it would only mean a good hiding for us. So we go differently about it. We explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from... | in wheel-barrows, perambulators, and on their backs. Their figures are bent, their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their mothers' hands, and often an older girl leads the little ones who stumble onward and are for ever looking back. A few carry miserable-looking dolls. All ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I ask him. | No speaker | "Where has it got you?"<|quote|>I ask him.</|quote|>"In the knee, I think." | in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?"<|quote|>I ask him.</|quote|>"In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" | the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?"<|quote|>I ask him.</|quote|>"In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I ... | we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we du... | and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I h... | Each man has a long cigar in his mouth. And thus from aloft we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from... | good hiding for us. So we go differently about it. We explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it... | our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a theatre box. Above us swells the silken cover like a baldaquin. Each man has a long cigar in his mouth. And thus from aloft we survey the scene. Between us sta... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"In the knee, I think." | Kropp | got you?" I ask him.<|quote|>"In the knee, I think."</|quote|>"Can you run?" "I think----" | groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him.<|quote|>"In the knee, I think."</|quote|>"Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for | good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him.<|quote|>"In the knee, I think."</|quote|>"Can you run?" "I think----" "T... | seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads u... | down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; ... | a long cigar in his mouth. And thus from aloft we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utte... | us. So we go differently about it. We explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat s... | my man, catch that louse at once," says Leer, poking out his leg at him like a ballet girl, and Albert drags him up the stairs by the foot. "Tjaden!" -- "What?" -- "Stand at ease, Tjaden; and what's more, don't say 'What,' say 'Yes, Sir,'--now: Tjaden!" Tjaden retorts in the well-known phrase from Goethe's "Götz von Be... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Can you run?" | Paul | "In the knee, I think."<|quote|>"Can you run?"</|quote|>"I think----" "Then out!" We | got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think."<|quote|>"Can you run?"</|quote|>"I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside | up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think."<|quote|>"Can you run?"</|quote|>"I think----" "Then out!" We make fo... | him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we ... | at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick,... | mouth. And thus from aloft we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned town. ... | about it. We explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose ... | their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their mothers' hands, and often an older girl leads the little ones who stumble onward and are for ever looking back. A few carry miserable-looking dolls. All are silent as they pass us by. We are marching in column; the French do not f... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I think----" | Kropp | I think." "Can you run?"<|quote|>"I think----"</|quote|>"Then out!" We make for | ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?"<|quote|>"I think----"</|quote|>"Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, | necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?"<|quote|>"I think----"</|quote|>"Then out!" We make for the ditc... | the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done ... | I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!" I... | from aloft we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned town. * * A few days l... | explain that we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almos... | the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible,... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Then out!" | Paul | "Can you run?" "I think----"<|quote|>"Then out!"</|quote|>We make for the ditch | "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----"<|quote|>"Then out!"</|quote|>We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, | a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----"<|quote|>"Then out!"</|quote|>We make for the ditch beside the roa... | he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a do... | the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!" I yell, ... | we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned town. * * A few days later we are... | we are the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight... | scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned town. * * A few days later we are sent out to e... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begins to drag. | No speaker | run?" "I think----" "Then out!"<|quote|>We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert ... | knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!"<|quote|>We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally... | whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!"<|quote|>We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, ... | out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times... | alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!" I yell, for we are lying... | the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned town. * * A few days later we are sent out ... | the guard and so know our way about, we get hold of the tinned stuff and exchange it for things we are short of. What does it matter anyhow--in a while it will all be blown to pieces. For ourselves we take some chocolate from the depot and eat it in slabs. Kat says it is good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes... | saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned town. * * A few days later we are sent out to evacuate a village. On the way we meet the fleeing inhabitants trundling their goods and chattels along with them in wheel... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"You go, I'll come on after," | Kropp | country. Albert begins to drag.<|quote|>"You go, I'll come on after,"</|quote|>he says, and throws himself | plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begins to drag.<|quote|>"You go, I'll come on after,"</|quote|>he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by | the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begins to drag.<|quote|>"You go, I'll come on after,"</|quote|>he says, ... | the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. T... | for we are lying unsheltered in the open field. He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the h... | few days later we are sent out to evacuate a village. On the way we meet the fleeing inhabitants trundling their goods and chattels along with them in wheel-barrows, perambulators, and on their backs. Their figures are bent, their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their mothe... | good for loose bowels. Almost a fortnight passes thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under the shells and we lead a charmed life. So long as any part of the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay here till the end of the wa... | tins of liver sausages, the conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a theatre box. Above us swells the silken cover like a baldaquin. Each man has a long ciga... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him. | No speaker | go, I'll come on after,"<|quote|>he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him.</|quote|>"Up, Albert, if once you | Albert begins to drag. "You go, I'll come on after,"<|quote|>he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him.</|quote|>"Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get | it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begins to drag. "You go, I'll come on after,"<|quote|>he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by th... | this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munit... | the open field. He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered wi... | out to evacuate a village. On the way we meet the fleeing inhabitants trundling their goods and chattels along with them in wheel-barrows, perambulators, and on their backs. Their figures are bent, their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their mothers' hands, and often an old... | fortnight passes thus in eating, drinking, and roaming about. No one disturbs us. The town gradually vanishes under the shells and we lead a charmed life. So long as any part of the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay here till the end of the war. Tjaden has become so fastidio... | we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, and lies in the cage before her saucer of meat, and purrs. Slowly the lorries roll down the road. We sing. Behind us the shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned town. * * A few days later we are... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." | Paul | the arm and shake him.<|quote|>"Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up."</|quote|>At last we reach a | down. I seize him by the arm and shake him.<|quote|>"Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up."</|quote|>At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in | up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begins to drag. "You go, I'll come on after," he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him.<|quote|>"Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther... | drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left o... | get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our ne... | goods and chattels along with them in wheel-barrows, perambulators, and on their backs. Their figures are bent, their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their mothers' hands, and often an older girl leads the little ones who stumble onward and are for ever looking back. A few ... | gradually vanishes under the shells and we lead a charmed life. So long as any part of the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay here till the end of the war. Tjaden has become so fastidious that he only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he ... | over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!" I yell, for we are lying unsheltered in the open field. He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we manage... | No speaker | Quick, I'll hold you up."<|quote|>At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg... | you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up."<|quote|>At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is ... | change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begins to drag. "You go, I'll come on after," he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up."<|quote|>At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pit... | you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begi... | up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have... | their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their mothers' hands, and often an older girl leads the little ones who stumble onward and are for ever looking back. A few carry miserable-looking dolls. All are silent as they pass us by. We are marching in column; the French do not f... | the supply dump still stands we don't worry, we desire nothing better than to stay here till the end of the war. Tjaden has become so fastidious that he only half smokes his cigars. With his nose in the air he explains to us that he was brought up that way. And Kat is most cheerful. In the morning his first call is: "E... | their backs. Their figures are bent, their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their mothers' hands, and often an older girl leads the little ones who stumble onward and are for ever looking back. A few carry miserable-looking dolls. All are silent as they pass us by. We are ma... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Now for home, Albert," | Paul | are hungry all the same.<|quote|>"Now for home, Albert,"</|quote|>I say. "Let's hope so," | accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same.<|quote|>"Now for home, Albert,"</|quote|>I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish | with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same.<|quote|>"Now for home, Albert,"</|quote|>I say. ... | made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At th... | throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are blood... | He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and... | back. The palmy days are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and ... | heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling fo... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say. | No speaker | same. "Now for home, Albert,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"Let's hope so," he replies, | but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew | an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert,"<|quote|>I say.</|quote|>"Let's hope so," he... | would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we... | seize him by the arm and shake him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Alb... | runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover... | are over. Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sausage... | ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and th... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Let's hope so," | Kropp | for home, Albert," I say.<|quote|>"Let's hope so,"</|quote|>he replies, "I only wish | hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say.<|quote|>"Let's hope so,"</|quote|>he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." | needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say.<|quote|>"Let's hope so,"</|quote|>he replies, "I onl... | run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange ma... | by the arm and shake him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds ... | keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good... | Two big motor lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sausages, the tin... | run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begins to drag. "You go, I'll come on after," he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he replies, | No speaker | I say. "Let's hope so,"<|quote|>he replies,</|quote|>"I only wish I knew | same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so,"<|quote|>he replies,</|quote|>"I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain | chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so,"<|quote|>he replies,</|quote|>"I only wish I knew wh... | our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so tha... | and shake him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wound... | We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in u... | lorries take us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sausages, the tins of liver sau... | run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begins t... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I only wish I knew what I've got." | Kropp | "Let's hope so," he replies,<|quote|>"I only wish I knew what I've got."</|quote|>The pain increases. The bandages | for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies,<|quote|>"I only wish I knew what I've got."</|quote|>The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink | the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies,<|quote|>"I only wish I knew what I've got."</|quot... | had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie ... | him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his... | to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our... | us away. They are stacked high with planks. Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sausages, the tins of liver sausages, the co... | pass us by. We are marching in column; the French do not fire on a town in which there are still inhabitants. But a few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive a... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. | No speaker | I knew what I've got."<|quote|>The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another.</|quote|>"How far above the knee | he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got."<|quote|>The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another.</|quote|>"How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. | we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got."<|quote|>The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We ... | the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup wh... | you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longe... | than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles ... | Nevertheless, Albert and I erect on top our four-poster bed complete with blue silk canopy, mattress, and two lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sausages, the tins of liver sausages, the conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our... | few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps u... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"How far above the knee am I hit?" | Kropp | glass of water after another.<|quote|>"How far above the knee am I hit?"</|quote|>asks Kropp. "At least four | We drink and drink, one glass of water after another.<|quote|>"How far above the knee am I hit?"</|quote|>asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually | because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another.<|quote|>"How far above the knee am I hit?"</|quo... | us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are... | pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible... | give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am ... | lace coverlets. And behind it at the head is stowed a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sausages, the tins of liver sausages, the conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand ins... | and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
asks Kropp. | No speaker | the knee am I hit?"<|quote|>asks Kropp.</|quote|>"At least four inches, Albert," | after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?"<|quote|>asks Kropp.</|quote|>"At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is | are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?"<|quote|>asks Kropp.</|quote|>"At least four inches, Albert,... | is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home,... | shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet ... | With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll ... | is stowed a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sausages, the tins of liver sausages, the conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as... | fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!" I yell, for we are lying unsheltered in the open field. He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"At least four inches, Albert," | Paul | am I hit?" asks Kropp.<|quote|>"At least four inches, Albert,"</|quote|>I answer. Actually it is | "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp.<|quote|>"At least four inches, Albert,"</|quote|>I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up | all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp.<|quote|>"At least four inches, Albert,"</|quote|>I answer.... | army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Alber... | just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been... | leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in a... | a bag full of choice edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sausages, the tins of liver sausages, the conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a thea... | are marching in column; the French do not fire on a town in which there are still inhabitants. But a few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. | No speaker | "At least four inches, Albert,"<|quote|>I answer. Actually it is perhaps one.</|quote|>"I've made up my mind," | am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert,"<|quote|>I answer. Actually it is perhaps one.</|quote|>"I've made up my mind," he says after a while, | home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert,"<|quote|>I answer. Actually it is perhaps one.</|... | who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he repli... | knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would hav... | fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albe... | edibles. We often dip into it, and the tough ham sausages, the tins of liver sausages, the conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a theatre box. Above us swe... | has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his shoulders. So we change... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"I've made up my mind," | Kropp | Actually it is perhaps one.<|quote|>"I've made up my mind,"</|quote|>he says after a while, | four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one.<|quote|>"I've made up my mind,"</|quote|>he says after a while, "if they take off my | he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one.<|quote|>"I've made up my mind,"</|quote|>he says ... | chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The... | myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can s... | the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask h... | the tough ham sausages, the tins of liver sausages, the conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a theatre box. Above us swells the silken cover like a baldaqu... | fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I feel the instinctive alertness leave me which hitherto has always made me do unconsciously the right thing under fire; the thought leaps up with a terrible, throttling fear: "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he says after a while, | No speaker | "I've made up my mind,"<|quote|>he says after a while,</|quote|>"if they take off my | Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind,"<|quote|>he says after a while,</|quote|>"if they take off my leg, I'll put an end | I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind,"<|quote|>he says after a while,</|quote|>"if they t... | we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages b... | and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out... | smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think... | tins of liver sausages, the conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a theatre box. Above us swells the silken cover like a baldaquin. Each man has a long ciga... | get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to mov... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." | Kropp | he says after a while,<|quote|>"if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple."</|quote|>So we lie there with | "I've made up my mind," he says after a while,<|quote|>"if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple."</|quote|>So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * | The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while,<|quote|>"if they take off my leg, I'll put an end ... | we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink an... | binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance ... | but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "T... | conserves, the boxes of cigarettes rejoice our hearts. Each man has a bag to himself. Kropp and I have rescued two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a theatre box. Above us swells the silken cover like a baldaquin. Each man has a long cigar in his mouth. And thus fro... | his shoulders. So we change our plan and run diagonally across country. Albert begins to drag. "You go, I'll come on after," he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-ou... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler ... | No speaker | through life as a cripple."<|quote|>So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressu... | to it. I won't go through life as a cripple."<|quote|>So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Unde... | above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple."<|quote|>So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we... | are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least fo... | both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it w... | heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling fo... | two big red armchairs as well. They stand inside the bed, and we sprawl back in them as in a theatre box. Above us swells the silken cover like a baldaquin. Each man has a long cigar in his mouth. And thus from aloft we survey the scene. Between us stands a parrot-cage that we found for the cat. She is coming with us, ... | "You are lost" --and the next moment a blow sweeps like a whip over my left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!" I yell, for we are lying unsheltered in the open field. He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a bra... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Don't carry on so," | Paul | blackness comes before my eyes.<|quote|>"Don't carry on so,"</|quote|>he says gruffly, and hacks | in the wound and a blackness comes before my eyes.<|quote|>"Don't carry on so,"</|quote|>he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in | business that is much simpler than complicated patching. I think of Kemmerich. Whatever happens I will not let them chloroform me, even if I have to crack a couple of their skulls. It is all right. The surgeon pokes around in the wound and a blackness comes before my eyes.<|quote|>"Don't carry on so,"</|quote|>he says ... | lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than compl... | to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albe... | "You go, I'll come on after," he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I t... | few days later we are sent out to evacuate a village. On the way we meet the fleeing inhabitants trundling their goods and chattels along with them in wheel-barrows, perambulators, and on their backs. Their figures are bent, their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their mothe... | we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back. | No speaker | eyes. "Don't carry on so,"<|quote|>he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back.</|qu... | a blackness comes before my eyes. "Don't carry on so,"<|quote|>he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he no... | simpler than complicated patching. I think of Kemmerich. Whatever happens I will not let them chloroform me, even if I have to crack a couple of their skulls. It is all right. The surgeon pokes around in the wound and a blackness comes before my eyes. "Don't carry on so,"<|quote|>he says gruffly, and hacks away. The i... | thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than complicated patching. I ... | are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actu... | on after," he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at mysel... | are sent out to evacuate a village. On the way we meet the fleeing inhabitants trundling their goods and chattels along with them in wheel-barrows, perambulators, and on their backs. Their figures are bent, their faces full of grief, despair, haste, and resignation. The children hold on to their mothers' hands, and oft... | have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he roars madly. Then I become quiet. | No speaker | springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel,"<|quote|>he roars madly. Then I become quiet.</|quote|>"Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I | just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel,"<|quote|>he roars madly. Then I become quiet.</|quote|>"Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do | gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel,"<|quote|>he roars madly... | complicated patching. I think of Kemmerich. Whatever happens I will not let them chloroform me, even if I have to crack a couple of their skulls. It is all right. The surgeon pokes around in the wound and a blackness comes before my eyes. "Don't carry on so," he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in t... | "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am fr... | just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been... | often an older girl leads the little ones who stumble onward and are for ever looking back. A few carry miserable-looking dolls. All are silent as they pass us by. We are marching in column; the French do not fire on a town in which there are still inhabitants. But a few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves,... | away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." | Paul | madly. Then I become quiet.<|quote|>"Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me."</|quote|>"Well now," he cackles and | "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet.<|quote|>"Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me."</|quote|>"Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. | in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet.<|quote|>"Pardon me, Herr Doctor... | happens I will not let them chloroform me, even if I have to crack a couple of their skulls. It is all right. The surgeon pokes around in the wound and a blackness comes before my eyes. "Don't carry on so," he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is... | Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to ... | I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on th... | ones who stumble onward and are for ever looking back. A few carry miserable-looking dolls. All are silent as they pass us by. We are marching in column; the French do not fire on a town in which there are still inhabitants. But a few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed a... | groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward the munition dump. If that goes up there won't be a man of us with his head left on his sh... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick ... | No speaker | not chloroform me." "Well now,"<|quote|>he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My ha... | will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now,"<|quote|>he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me ... | arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now,"<|quote|>he cackles and takes up his instr... | couple of their skulls. It is all right. The surgeon pokes around in the wound and a blackness comes before my eyes. "Don't carry on so," he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose wi... | "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate ... | binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance ... | All are silent as they pass us by. We are marching in column; the French do not fire on a town in which there are still inhabitants. But a few minutes later the air screams, the earth heaves, cries ring out; a shell has landed among the rear squad. We scatter and fling ourselves down on the ground, but at that moment I... | like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." S... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. | No speaker | "To-morrow you'll be off home."<|quote|>Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning.</|quote|>"We must work the army | of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home."<|quote|>Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning.</|quote|>"We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we | I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He has fished out a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home."<|quote|>Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I te... | instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a... | all right. The surgeon pokes around in the wound and a blackness comes before my eyes. "Don't carry on so," he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to cras... | give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of wate... | left leg. I hear Albert cry out; he is beside me. "Quick, up, Albert!" I yell, for we are lying unsheltered in the open field. He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he ... | I'll come on after," he says, and throws himself down. I seize him by the arm and shake him. "Up, Albert, if once you lie down you'll never get any farther. Quick, I'll hold you up." At last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a loo... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." | Paul | train comes in to-morrow morning.<|quote|>"We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert."</|quote|>I manage to slip the | him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning.<|quote|>"We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert."</|quote|>I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars | me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning.<|quote|>"We must work the army medical sergeant-majo... | tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He has fished out a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to... | away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pa... | "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "... | He staggers up and runs. I keep beside him. We have to get over a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and... | My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still cra... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: | No speaker | we can keep together, Albert."<|quote|>I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says:</|quote|>"Have you got any more | army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert."<|quote|>I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says:</|quote|>"Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," | considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert."<|quote|>I manage to slip the sergeant-ma... | at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He has fished out a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am pu... | insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he ca... | I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I... | a hedge; it is higher than we are. Kropp seizes a branch, I heave him up by the leg, he cries out, I give him a swing and he flies over. With one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. When... | chloroform me, even if I have to crack a couple of their skulls. It is all right. The surgeon pokes around in the wound and a blackness comes before my eyes. "Don't carry on so," he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlie... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Another good handful," | Paul | got any more of them?"<|quote|>"Another good handful,"</|quote|>I say, "and my comrade," | cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?"<|quote|>"Another good handful,"</|quote|>I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he | comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?"<|quote|>"Another good handful,"</|quote|>... | and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical serg... | scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is m... | Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. ... | one leap I follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall ... | lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we lie side by side. They give us a thin soup which we spoon down greedily and scornfully, because we are accustomed to better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "L... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say, | No speaker | of them?" "Another good handful,"<|quote|>I say,</|quote|>"and my comrade," I point | "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful,"<|quote|>I say,</|quote|>"and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some | morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful,"<|quote|>I say,</|quote|>"and my comr... | to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so ... | madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in ... | four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened a... | follow him and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drow... | "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"and my comrade," | Paul | "Another good handful," I say,<|quote|>"and my comrade,"</|quote|>I point to Kropp, "he | got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say,<|quote|>"and my comrade,"</|quote|>I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We | must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say,<|quote|>"and my comrade,"</|quote|>I point... | Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we... | I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound an... | Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quic... | and fall into a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans ... | better times but are hungry all the same. "Now for home, Albert," I say. "Let's hope so," he replies, "I only wish I knew what I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert,... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I point to Kropp, | No speaker | I say, "and my comrade,"<|quote|>I point to Kropp,</|quote|>"he has some as well. | of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade,"<|quote|>I point to Kropp,</|quote|>"he has some as well. We might possibly be glad | army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade,"<|quote|>I point to Kropp,</|quote|>"he... | pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep togethe... | "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up sur... | Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to ... | a ditch that lies behind the hedge. Our faces are smothered with duck-weed and mud, but the cover is good. So we wade in up to our necks. Whenever a shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where... | feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dressing station we arrange matters so that we... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: | No speaker | hospital train in the morning."<|quote|>He understands, of course, smells them once again and says:</|quote|>"Done." We cannot get a | of the window of the hospital train in the morning."<|quote|>He understands, of course, smells them once again and says:</|quote|>"Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven | smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning."<|quote|>He understands, of course, smells them once again and says... | back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have yo... | than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He has fished out a piece of ... | through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of bu... | shell whistles we duck our heads under the water. After we have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, ru... | is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, but I break loose with one of them and try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We... | No speaker | once again and says: "Done."<|quote|>We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our ... | understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done."<|quote|>We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to lo... | them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done."<|quote|>We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. S... | train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and... | I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He has fished out a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control... | thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than complicated patching. I ... | have done this a dozen times, I am exhausted. "Let's get away, or I'll fall in and drown," groans Albert. "Where has it got you?" I ask him. "In the knee, I think." "Can you run?" "I think----" "Then out!" We make for the ditch beside the road, and stooping, run along it. The shelling follows us. The road leads toward... | am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than complicated patching. I think of Kemmerich. Whatever happens I will not let them chloroform me, even if ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Albert, old man," | Paul | over with a water-proof sheet.<|quote|>"Albert, old man,"</|quote|>I suddenly bethink myself, "our | exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet.<|quote|>"Albert, old man,"</|quote|>I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----" | two hours. The sergeant-major looks after us like a mother. Although I feel pretty bad I do not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see the packet and give him one cigar in advance. In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet.<|quote|>"Albert, old man,"</|quote|>I suddenly b... | bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are thin. We have waited already two hours. The sergeant-major looks after us like a mother. Although I feel prett... | word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again ... | try to crash into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty ye... | last we reach a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get ... | a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I suddenly bethink myself, | No speaker | water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man,"<|quote|>I suddenly bethink myself,</|quote|>"our four poster and the | covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man,"<|quote|>I suddenly bethink myself,</|quote|>"our four poster and the cat----" "And the club chairs," | sergeant-major looks after us like a mother. Although I feel pretty bad I do not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see the packet and give him one cigar in advance. In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man,"<|quote|>I suddenly bethink myself,</|quote|>... | window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are thin. We have waited already two hours. The sergeant-major looks after us like a mother. Although I feel pretty bad I do ... | He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Do... | into the surgeon's spectacles just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with... | a small dug-out. Kropp pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear... | he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"our four poster and the cat----" | Paul | man," I suddenly bethink myself,<|quote|>"our four poster and the cat----"</|quote|>"And the club chairs," he | a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself,<|quote|>"our four poster and the cat----"</|quote|>"And the club chairs," he adds. Yes, the club chairs | like a mother. Although I feel pretty bad I do not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see the packet and give him one cigar in advance. In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself,<|quote|>"our four poster and the cat----"</|quo... | front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are thin. We have waited already two hours. The sergeant-major looks after us like a mother. Although I feel pretty bad I do not let our scheme ... | and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done." We cannot get a ... | just as he notices and springs back. "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spe... | pitches in and I bandage him up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible... | me. He has fished out a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morni... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"And the club chairs," | Kropp | four poster and the cat----"<|quote|>"And the club chairs,"</|quote|>he adds. Yes, the club | I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----"<|quote|>"And the club chairs,"</|quote|>he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In | pretty bad I do not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see the packet and give him one cigar in advance. In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----"<|quote|>"And the club chairs,"</|quote|>he a... | wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are thin. We have waited already two hours. The sergeant-major looks after us like a mother. Although I feel pretty bad I do not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasiona... | more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. S... | back. "Chloroform the scoundrel," he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is ... | up. The shot is just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if o... | and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical serg... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them out by the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living. | No speaker | cat----" "And the club chairs,"<|quote|>he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them out by the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living.</|quote|>"And our bags of grub, | "our four poster and the cat----" "And the club chairs,"<|quote|>he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them out by the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living.</|quote|>"And ... | not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see the packet and give him one cigar in advance. In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----" "And the club chairs,"<|quote|>he adds. Yes, the club chair... | for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are thin. We have waited already two hours. The sergeant-major looks after us like a mother. Although I feel pretty bad I do not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see ... | good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ... | he roars madly. Then I become quiet. "Pardon me, Herr Doctor, I will keep still, but do not chloroform me." "Well now," he cackles and takes up his instrument again. He is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking... | just a little above his knee. Then I take a look at myself. My trousers are bloody and my arm, too. Albert binds up my wounds with his field dressing. Already he is no longer able to move his leg, and we both wonder how we managed to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been... | the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than complicated patching. I think of Kemmerich. Whatever happens I will not let them chloroform me, even if I have to crack a couple of their skulls. It is all right. The surgeon pokes... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"And our bags of grub, too, Albert." | Paul | business, a real good living.<|quote|>"And our bags of grub, too, Albert."</|quote|>We grow melancholy. We might | have turned into a regular business, a real good living.<|quote|>"And our bags of grub, too, Albert."</|quote|>We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of | the club chairs," he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them out by the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living.<|quote|>"And our bags of grub, too, Albert."</|quote|>We grow... | bad I do not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see the packet and give him one cigar in advance. In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----" "And the club chairs," he adds. Yes, the club chai... | "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platf... | Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He has fished out a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-con... | to get this far. Fear alone made it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus n... | we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that we cannot work up any more exciteme... | No speaker | bags of grub, too, Albert."<|quote|>We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that... | real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert."<|quote|>We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast por... | club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them out by the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert."<|quote|>We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the ... | out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see the packet and give him one cigar in advance. In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----" "And the club chairs," he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In the e... | all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the... | me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He has fished out a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more co... | it possible; we would have run even if our feet had been shot off;--we would have run on the stumps. I can still crawl a little. I call out to a passing ambulance wagon which picks us up. It is full of wounded. There is an army medical lance-corporal with it who sticks an anti-tetanus needle into our chests. At the dre... | I have to crack a couple of their skulls. It is all right. The surgeon pokes around in the wound and a blackness comes before my eyes. "Don't carry on so," he says gruffly, and hacks away. The instruments gleam in the bright light like malevolent animals. The pain is insufferable. Two orderlies hold my arms fast, bu... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Good God!" | Paul | into the bed above him.<|quote|>"Good God!"</|quote|>I exclaim suddenly. "What is | am lifted up and put into the bed above him.<|quote|>"Good God!"</|quote|>I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I | The stretchers are sopping wet by the time the train arrives in the morning. The sergeant-major sees to it that we are put in the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him.<|quote|>"Good God!"</|quote|>I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks t... | left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that we cannot work up any more excitement about it. The stretchers are sopping wet by the time the train arrives in the morni... | in advance. In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----" "And the club chairs," he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them o... | slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospit... | I've got." The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an e... | to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are thin. We have waited already two hours. The sergeant-major looks after... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I exclaim suddenly. | No speaker | bed above him. "Good God!"<|quote|>I exclaim suddenly.</|quote|>"What is it?" asks the | up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!"<|quote|>I exclaim suddenly.</|quote|>"What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance | are sopping wet by the time the train arrives in the morning. The sergeant-major sees to it that we are put in the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!"<|quote|>I exclaim suddenly.</|quote|>"What is it?" asks the sister. I c... | day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that we cannot work up any more excitement about it. The stretchers are sopping wet by the time the train arrives in the morning. The s... | In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----" "And the club chairs," he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them out by the ho... | sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train ... | The pain increases. The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. ... | is a fair fellow, not more than thirty years old, with scars and disgusting gold spectacles. Now I see that he is tormenting me, he is merely raking about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"What is it?" | A nurse | "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly.<|quote|>"What is it?"</|quote|>asks the sister. I cast | into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly.<|quote|>"What is it?"</|quote|>asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. | by the time the train arrives in the morning. The sergeant-major sees to it that we are put in the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly.<|quote|>"What is it?"</|quote|>asks the sister. I cast a glance at ... | would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that we cannot work up any more excitement about it. The stretchers are sopping wet by the time the train arrives in the morning. The sergeant-major ... | sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----" "And the club chairs," he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them out by the hour. One cigaret... | my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He un... | The bandages burn like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through lif... | again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers st... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. | No speaker | exclaim suddenly. "What is it?"<|quote|>asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy.</|quote|>"Can't you get in by | above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?"<|quote|>asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy.</|quote|>"Can't you get in by yourself?... | the train arrives in the morning. The sergeant-major sees to it that we are put in the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?"<|quote|>asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is cover... | to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that we cannot work up any more excitement about it. The stretchers are sopping wet by the time the train arrives in the morning. The sergeant-major sees to it tha... | over with a water-proof sheet. "Albert, old man," I suddenly bethink myself, "our four poster and the cat----" "And the club chairs," he adds. Yes, the club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them out by the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might ha... | belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cigars and says: "Have you got any more of them?" "Another good handful," I say, "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of c... | like fire. We drink and drink, one glass of water after another. "How far above the knee am I hit?" asks Kropp. "At least four inches, Albert," I answer. Actually it is perhaps one. "I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." S... | seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the se... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Can't you get in by yourself?" | A nurse | washed and is terribly muddy.<|quote|>"Can't you get in by yourself?"</|quote|>asks the sister gently. "Why | gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy.<|quote|>"Can't you get in by yourself?"</|quote|>asks the sister gently. "Why yes," I say in a | "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy.<|quote|>"Can't you get in by yourself?"</|quote|>asks the ... | The stretchers are sopping wet by the time the train arrives in the morning. The sergeant-major sees to it that we are put in the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cas... | and intended later on to let them out by the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert." We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring u... | glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept ... | a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations ... | the club chairs with red plush. In the evening we used to sit in them like lords, and intended later on to let them out by the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert." We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the thin... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
asks the sister gently. | No speaker | you get in by yourself?"<|quote|>asks the sister gently.</|quote|>"Why yes," I say in | and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?"<|quote|>asks the sister gently.</|quote|>"Why yes," I say in a sweat, "but take off | is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?"<|quote|>asks the sister gently.</|quote|>"Why yes," I say in a s... | the time the train arrives in the morning. The sergeant-major sees to it that we are put in the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is cove... | them out by the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert." We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned har... | out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the win... | my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest pr... | for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are thin. We have waited already two hours. The sergeant-major looks after us like a mother. Although I feel pretty bad I do not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"Why yes," | Paul | yourself?" asks the sister gently.<|quote|>"Why yes,"</|quote|>I say in a sweat, | "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently.<|quote|>"Why yes,"</|quote|>I say in a sweat, "but take off the bed | sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently.<|quote|>"Why yes,"</|quote|>I say in a sweat, "but take off ... | arrives in the morning. The sergeant-major sees to it that we are put in the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow... | hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert." We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our ... | of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in fr... | an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under... | high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are thin. We have waited already two h... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I say in a sweat, | No speaker | the sister gently. "Why yes,"<|quote|>I say in a sweat,</|quote|>"but take off the bed | get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently. "Why yes,"<|quote|>I say in a sweat,</|quote|>"but take off the bed cover first." "What for?" I | cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently. "Why yes,"<|quote|>I say in a sweat,</|quote|>"but take off the bed co... | the morning. The sergeant-major sees to it that we are put in the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white line... | cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert." We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies th... | hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of ... | to it. I won't go through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the gr... | roof. Our covers are thin. We have waited already two hours. The sergeant-major looks after us like a mother. Although I feel pretty bad I do not let our scheme out of my mind. Occasionally I let him see the packet and give him one cigar in advance. In exchange the sergeant-major covers us over with a water-proof sheet... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"but take off the bed cover first." | Paul | I say in a sweat,<|quote|>"but take off the bed cover first."</|quote|>"What for?" I feel like | the sister gently. "Why yes," I say in a sweat,<|quote|>"but take off the bed cover first."</|quote|>"What for?" I feel like a pig. Must I get | bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently. "Why yes," I say in a sweat,<|quote|>"but take off the bed cover first."</|quote|>"What for... | to it that we are put in the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iro... | have turned into a regular business, a real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert." We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital s... | He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look ou... | through life as a cripple." So we lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of bu... | off home." Then I am put in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"What for?" | A nurse | off the bed cover first."<|quote|>"What for?"</|quote|>I feel like a pig. | in a sweat, "but take off the bed cover first."<|quote|>"What for?"</|quote|>I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?-- | linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently. "Why yes," I say in a sweat, "but take off the bed cover first."<|quote|>"What for?"</|quote|>I feel like a pig. Must I get in ther... | the same car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my sh... | real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert." We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But ... | again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers st... | lie there with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than compl... | about in the wound and looking up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He has fished out a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?-- | No speaker | bed cover first." "What for?"<|quote|>I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?--</|quote|>"It will get----" I hesitate. | sweat, "but take off the bed cover first." "What for?"<|quote|>I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?--</|quote|>"It will get----" I hesitate. "A little bit dirty?" she | even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently. "Why yes," I say in a sweat, "but take off the bed cover first." "What for?"<|quote|>I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?--</|quote|>"It wil... | car. There is a crowd of red-cross nurses. Kropp is stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has g... | living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert." We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so ... | says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the... | with our thoughts and wait. * * In the evening we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than complicated pat... | up surreptitiously at me over his glasses. My hands squeeze around the grips, I'll kick the bucket before he will get a squeak out of me. He has fished out a piece of shell and tosses it to me. Apparently he is pleased at my self-control, for he seems to be more considerate of me now and says: "To-morrow you'll be off ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"It will get----" | Paul | Must I get in there?--<|quote|>"It will get----"</|quote|>I hesitate. "A little bit | I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?--<|quote|>"It will get----"</|quote|>I hesitate. "A little bit dirty?" she suggests helpfully. "That | And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently. "Why yes," I say in a sweat, "but take off the bed cover first." "What for?" I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?--<|quote|>"It will get----"</|quote|>I hesitate. "A little bit dirty?"... | stowed in below. I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly m... | melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that we cannot work up any more excitement about it. ... | Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station ha... | we are hauled on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than complicated patching. I think of Kemmerich. Whatever happens I... | in plaster. When I am back again with Kropp I tell him that apparently a hospital train comes in to-morrow morning. "We must work the army medical sergeant-major so that we can keep together, Albert." I manage to slip the sergeant-major two of my cigars with belly-bands, and then tip the word to him. He smells the cig... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
I hesitate. | No speaker | in there?-- "It will get----"<|quote|>I hesitate.</|quote|>"A little bit dirty?" she | a pig. Must I get in there?-- "It will get----"<|quote|>I hesitate.</|quote|>"A little bit dirty?" she suggests helpfully. "That doesn't matter, | has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently. "Why yes," I say in a sweat, "but take off the bed cover first." "What for?" I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?-- "It will get----"<|quote|>I hesitate.</|quote|>"A little bit dirty?" she suggests... | I am lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you ... | have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that we cannot work up any more excitement about it. The stretchers are so... | in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our cov... | on to the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than complicated patching. I think of Kemmerich. Whatever happens I will not let ... | sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains a... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
"A little bit dirty?" | A nurse | "It will get----" I hesitate.<|quote|>"A little bit dirty?"</|quote|>she suggests helpfully. "That doesn't | Must I get in there?-- "It will get----" I hesitate.<|quote|>"A little bit dirty?"</|quote|>she suggests helpfully. "That doesn't matter, we will wash it | six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently. "Why yes," I say in a sweat, "but take off the bed cover first." "What for?" I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?-- "It will get----" I hesitate.<|quote|>"A little bit dirty?"</|quote|>she suggests helpfull... | lifted up and put into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get i... | some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that we cannot work up any more excitement about it. The stretchers are sopping wet ... | ward. One of them sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are... | the chopping-block. I am frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than complicated patching. I think of Kemmerich. Whatever happens I will not let them c... | the hour. One cigarette per hour. It might have turned into a regular business, a real good living. "And our bags of grub, too, Albert." We grow melancholy. We might have made some use of the things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In ... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
she suggests helpfully. | No speaker | hesitate. "A little bit dirty?"<|quote|>she suggests helpfully.</|quote|>"That doesn't matter, we will | there?-- "It will get----" I hesitate. "A little bit dirty?"<|quote|>she suggests helpfully.</|quote|>"That doesn't matter, we will wash it again afterwards." "No, | washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" asks the sister gently. "Why yes," I say in a sweat, "but take off the bed cover first." "What for?" I feel like a pig. Must I get in there?-- "It will get----" I hesitate. "A little bit dirty?"<|quote|>she suggests helpfully.</|quote|>"That doesn't matter,... | into the bed above him. "Good God!" I exclaim suddenly. "What is it?" asks the sister. I cast a glance at the bed. It is covered with clean snow-white linen, that even has the marks of the iron still on it. And my shirt has gone six weeks without being washed and is terribly muddy. "Can't you get in by yourself?" as... | things. If only the train left one day later Kat would be sure to find us and bring us the stuff. What damned hard luck! In our bellies there is gruel, mean hospital stuff, and in our bags roast pork. But we are so weak that we cannot work up any more excitement about it. The stretchers are sopping wet by the time the ... | sings hymns in a high cracked tenor before he begins to gurgle. Another has crept out of his bed to the window. He lies in front of it as though he wants to look out for the last time. * * Our stretchers stand on the platform. We wait for the train. It rains and the station has no roof. Our covers are thin. We have wai... | frightened and think quickly what I ought to do; for everyone knows that the surgeons in the dressing stations amputate on the slightest provocation. Under the great pressure of business that is much simpler than complicated patching. I think of Kemmerich. Whatever happens I will not let them chloroform me, even if I h... | "and my comrade," I point to Kropp, "he has some as well. We might possibly be glad to hand them to you out of the window of the hospital train in the morning." He understands, of course, smells them once again and says: "Done." We cannot get a minute's sleep all night. Seven fellows die in our ward. One of them sin... | All Quiet on the Western Front |
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