“We're no longer young men. We've lost any desire to conquer the world.
We are refugees. We are fleeing from ourselves. From our lives. We were
eighteen years old, and we had just begun to love the world and to love
being in it; but we had to shoot at it. The first shell to land went
straight for our hearts. We've been cut off from real action, from
getting on, from progress. We don't believe in those things any more; we
believe in the war.”
- All Quiet on the Western Front
Good night,
M.
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