Letters to Helen - Impressions of an Artist on the Western Front by Keith Henderson
page 66 of 104 (63%)
page 66 of 104 (63%)
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always sounds to me like this, rather:
QUESTION. ANSWER. _Mon._ Isn't it cold? None. _Tues._ Have you seen mother? None. _Wed._ Are you happy? None. _Thurs._ How are you all? Freezing. _Fri._ When did I see you last? Only yesterday. _Sat._ May I have a cake! Yes, very. _Sun._ How is Queen Anne? Much better. _Mon._ None. Last April. _Tues._ None. I'll send one. _Wed._ None. Dead. Don't you find it's a bit like that? What question can I have asked a week ago to which the answer is a rabbit? So tiresome when we want to talk at very close range. As to leave--well let's not talk about that. Every dog has his day. You know the dog who has been shut up in a kennel for a long time? Or the dog who has been locked up in an empty house for a long time? It'll be a mixture of these. Well, the day will come. _November 27._ |
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