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“Do come,” said Roseveare earnestly. “Any friend of Sidney’s is a friend of ours”

Awww how sweet

Oh poor Devi

A knot of tangles in his heart was un snarling, and things were much simpler than before. If Ellwood were there, they would have been simpler.

“Where’s the rest of it?”

“all be nineteen in July, said Ellwood, after a moment. Older than Gaunt ever was. All my life I’ve been younger than him. Isn’t it funny?”

“Poor Elly, he thought, as he fell. It’s so much harder to be left behind.”

It had been hopeless to Love Ellwood because Ellwood did not love him back, and now it was hopeless even even though he did.

“Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, / Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving-“

But you don’t seem to understand how machine guns work, when men come marching at them in lines of ten. We wear cloth fucking hats

Ellwood started to cry. “I want to go home…. We’re not nineteen yet, we could still go home….”

“I want to go home,” sobbed Ellwood

Awww I love that their reunited

“Pray tell, O illustrious poet, how will you versify fucking me?”

This is really cute

“That’s not the only kind of sex I enjoy” he said, “I never said it was.”

I feel stupid cause I’m kind of clueless

This is going to be devastating!

«Un odio insensato y abrasador recorría cada palabra de In Memoriam H. W. G., pero Gaunt tan solo pudo distinguir una referencia real a sí mismo en una única estrofa:

Oigo los gritos de los cuerpos que se desgarran.
Agradezco haber dado yo en el blanco,
repto en la oscuridad de las trincheras.
Mueres desangrado en todos mis sueños».