“We stroll on. Late in the evening we run into Willy and set off together for the barracks. En route Willy suddenly springs to one side and I crouch down likewise. The unmistakable howl of a shell coming—then we look… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“Conversation was tedious; she wanted something big, and she believed that it would have come to her on the windswept platform of an electric tram.” — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
