Give 'em All The Same Grub And

You Take It From Me, We Are Losing The War Because We Can Salute Too Well.

The Crowd, Still Shouting, Gives Way Before Us. We Plough Our Way Through. Women Hold Their Aprons Over Their Faces And Go Stumbling Away. A Roar Of Fury Goes Up. A Wounded Man Is Being Carried Off.

Katczinsky Says It Is All To Do With Education - It Softens The Brain.

Am I Jealous? He Thought, Astonished. Jealous Of The Chance Object To Which She Has Attached Herself? Jealous Of Something That Does Not Concern Me? One Can Be Jealous Of A Love That Has Turned Away, But Not Of That To Which It Has Turned.

It Was A Melancholy Secret That Reality Can Arouse Desires But Never Satisfy Them.