Wednesday, March 21, 2012

French Nocturne (Monchy-Le-Preux) Comments

Rating: 4.5

Long leagues on either hand the trenches spread
And all is still; now even this gross line
Drinks in the frosty silences divine
The pale, green moon is riding overhead.
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Clive Staples Lewis
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Fabrizio Frosini 26 November 2015

''... fellow-brutes that once were men Our throats can bark for slaughter: cannot sing.'' a vivid, strong description of the human nature..

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