When we got down from the ambulances there were sharp cracks about us as bursts of shrapnel splashed down upon the Town Hall square. Dead soldiers lay outside and I glanced at them coldly. We were in search of the living.
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Nationality: British Type: Journalist Born: May 1, 1877 Death: March 10, 1962 |
“I've always felt that if I ever got cynical, I would have to stop making music because I'd just be poisoning the air.”
“Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.”