The Middle Parts of Fortune (Text Classics)
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Ernest Hemingway called this breathtaking account of the Great War "the finest and noblest book of men in war." Hailed upon its initial publication as more true to the actual experience of modern warfare than any other book, The Middle Parts of Fortune has not been surpassed nearly a century later.
and shellholes, turned aside in a direction parallel to the trench, not taking a straight path, but picking its way delicately along the ridges, as though to keep its feet dry. Rats nauseated him. He shifted his stand slightly, feeling cramped and cold. His mittens were caked with wet mud, and the stock of his rifle was greasy with moisture. A thin stalk of silver shot up into the sky, curved over, and flowered into a sphere of light, which expanded, pulsating, to flood the pocked earth beneath
bring me into ’t f or?’ ‘You’ve got no call to worry, kid,’ said Jakes. ‘You was on the other side o’ the town.’ ‘Well, then, what’s ’e want to bring me into ’t for?’ asked Bates, with indignation. The sight of Bourne putting his equipment together created a diversion, and when he explained the reason they looked at him as though he were one of those who had all the luck ‘I think we must be going to move somewhere else,’ said Bourne to Shem, ‘or Lance-Corporal Johnson wouldn’t go in full
never have her unless thou entreat for her. If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company. SHAKESPEARE ‘WAS I drunk last night?’ Martlow inquired. He threw off his blanket, and, leaning on his left hand, drew up his naked legs so that he could rub them with his right. ‘Well, if you can’t answer the question for yourself, you must have been,’ said Shem, reasonably. ‘There’s some tea there.’ ‘I’ve got a bit of a fat ’ead,’ said Martlow, taking up the messtin; ‘an’
‘’Ere! Why don’t you get dressed?’ the corporal asked him. ‘Time you was up, me lad. You don’t want to sit there showin’ the ’ole bloody world all you’ve got.’ ‘All right, corporal,’ said Martlow cheerfully. ‘I’m just ’untin’ up a few o’ me bosom friends, you know. Wish I could see all I’ve got, meself; they take a ’ell of a lot o’ findin’. Wonder what all the buggers will do when peace comes?’ He rapidly assumed his trousers and socks, and then, after lacing up his boots, took up his towel and
dark, some huts were assigned to them. ‘I like marching at night,’ said Mar tlow. ‘Don’t you, Bourne?’ ‘Yes, I like it, kid; are you tired?’ ‘A bit. Shem isn’t. Shem never tires.’ They laid themselves down, as they were to get a few hours’ sleep; and Bourne, dropping off between the two of them, wondered what was the spiritual thing in them which lived and seemed even to grow stronger, in the midst of beastliness. XII Yes, in this present quality of war Indeed the instant action, a