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La fascinacion de Thomas Mann 

Frans Masereel

Det blir två meningar — nu igen — för att man ska få sammanhanget klart för sig

War is not two great armies meeting in the clash and frenzy of battle.

War is a boy being carried on a stretcher, looking up at God’s blue sky with bewildered eyes that are soon to close; war is a woman carrying a child that has been injured by a shell; war is spirited horses tied in burning buildings and waiting for death; war is the flower of a race, battered, hungry, bleeding, up to its knees in filthy water; war is an old woman burning a candle before the Mater Dolorsa for the son she has given.” 
             Mary Rinehart

Om Mary Rinehart har jag skrivit flera gånger, hon är väl värd att utforska.

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