viernes, 11 de noviembre de 2016

SEE THAT LITTLE STREAM?

See that little stream? See that little stream? We could walk it in two minutes. It took the British a month to walk it, a whole empire walking very slowly, dying in front, and pushing forward behind. And another empire walked very slowly backward, a few inches a day, leaving the dead like a million bloody rugs. No Europeans will ever do that again in this generation. 
This kind of battle, the Somme, was invented by Lewis Carroll, and Jules Verne, and whoever wrote Undine, and country deacons bowling and marraines in Marseille, and girls seduced in the back lanes of Württemberg and Westphalia. Why, this was a love battle. There was a century of love spent here. This was the last love battle. You want to hand this battle, this story to D. H. Lawrence. All the beautiful, lovely, safe world blew itself up here with a great gust of high explosive love.

11th of Nov - Remembrance Day


REMEMBER THE SOMME.

2016 IS NOT ONLY A YEAR OF LITERATURE.

 Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
   mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
   the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
   the ceremony of innocence is drowned;
   the best lack all conviction, while the worst
   are full of passionate intensity.

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