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“Should I tell you that all learning, all culture, all science is nothing but hideous mockery, so long as mankind makes war in the name of God and humanity with gas, iron, explosive and fire?”

"No, Georg," says Ludwig, "that's not it. We made revolution with too little hate, that's the whole fact of the matter; we wanted to be just to everybody from the very jump, and with the result that the whole thing has fizzled out. A revolution must first rage like a bush fire; then afterwards one can start in with the sowing. But we wanted to destroy nothing and yet to start afresh.

"So that is love," thought I dumbly, despairingly, as we packed up our things; "so that is the love my books at home were so full of—of which I had expected so much in the vague dreams of my youth!"

Estaba juzgando este libro en base a la película y me doy cuenta de que esa adaptación muestra una porción minúscula de todo lo que Isherwood escribe. Sigo en la osadía de leer libros hasta la página 50 para la tesis, será que Isherwood le gana a Remarque y Bird?

“Our mother comes home from work and says she’s
tired. She’s tired in her body and tired in her mind and
tired in her soul.”

He looked at me and said solemnly, “You’ll find, Jock, that the greatest moment here on earth is when you leave it.”

“His steel helmet flew back over the rear wall and lodged in the wire, and brains and blood were spilled all over the front of my overcoat and on my arms as the officer sank down at my feet. He had been shot between the eyes with an explosive bullet that had torn his helmet away, breaking the strap under his chin. It was the first death I had witnessed and yet I found myself strangely calm”.

“They even want us to take a handful of money for our dog—but we draw the line there; let them offer what they will, the dog stays with us.”

“And sometimes too the shells would bring them back among us again—crumbling bones tossed up, scraps of uniforms, wet, decayed hands, already earthy”

“The scraping sound of belts being tightened, a clatter of rifles, the sickly smell of death suddenly rises up again out of the earth. And we had hoped at last to have escaped it for ever!”