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felt like striking him; but the more I tried not to the more I coughed. To escape from the realities of our situation we talked a lot about England and what we would do after the war. James’s plans were already made. He was more than half-way to becoming a farmer. Mine were absolutely crazy. I was going to live in a little house at the end of an avenue of trees where the grass grew up to the front door, and I was going to write. I was also going to have a secondhand bookshop, like the one I had
been attempting to dig down to my kit which had been buried when a large bomb had fallen that morning on the great impregnable-looking Vaubanesque fort in which we were billeted and destroyed my room. No one, including Norman, had any money on them. Like me, none of them had thought that they might conceivably need money underwater. ‘I’ll pay you when I get back,’ I said, airily. ‘There’s nothing to worry about. I’m attached to the Tenth Submarine Flotilla.’ ‘That’s what they all say, sir,’ he
far from the scenes of the battles which they were trying to control, without themselves being under the necessity of firing a shot or of laying down their lives, had issued too many such orders to too many troops who invariably ended up by having to lay down their arms ignominiously, in order to save their skins. These Italian soldiers would have been mad to die in defence of an empty building, and they didn’t. With my pack on my shoulder I hopped through the deserted corridors towards the back
so far, there is no news and who may never return. They feel that you are in a similar condition to that of their sons who, they hope, are being given help wherever they are, and they think that it is their duty to help you through the coming winter, which otherwise you will not survive. I speak for them because my father was born here, and they have asked me to do so. And as it has now become too dangerous to shelter you in their houses, they have decided to build you a house which no one except
even if there had been another source I would not have done so. It was too lovely a place, one in which I would not have been at all surprised to meet the god Pan. Even so I never visited it more often than I needed to because the labour of clearing up every sign of my presence, which included walking backwards from it and obliterating my footprints on the muddy path as I went, was too great and was even more difficult while carrying a vessel full of water. As it was I often had to return to it