All Quiet on the Western Front

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All Quiet on the Western Front. go off and once or twice. I would recognize them at any distance. Then disappear. sit down on my and wait. They. wave. they. I. pack. Suddenly I become filled with a to be. consuming impatience. gone. - PowerPoint PPT Presentation

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<ul><li><p>All Quiet on the Western Front</p></li><li><p> go off and once or twice. I would recognize them at any distance. Then disappear. sit down on my and wait. TheyIpacktheywave</p></li><li><p>Suddenly I become filled with a to begone.consuming impatience</p></li><li><p>The names of the stations begin to take on meaning and my trembles. The stamps and stamps onward. hearttrain</p></li><li><p>A - . by the , I myself away. streetcrossingwindowcannotI standdrag</p></li><li><p>I repeat to myself the name of the street that we cross over-Bremerstrasse- -Bremerstrasse</p></li><li><p>It is a grey and a grey ;-it affects me as though it were my mother.streetsubwayMother</p></li><li><p>Then the train stops, and t is the station with and and signboards. I pick up my pack and fasten the s I take my in my hand and the steps.noisecrieshereriflestumbledowntraps</p></li><li><p>A offers me something to drink. I turn away, she smiles at me too foolishly, so obsessed with her own importance: Just look, I am giving a soldier !-She calls me , but I will have none of it.red-crosssistercoffeeComrade</p></li><li><p>Then at last before the with its and my grows heavy. I open the door and a strange comes out to meet me. brown doorworn latchI standCoolnesshand</p></li><li><p>Paul,Paul-she cries,nodmy packbumpsagainstthebanisters;myrifleissoheavy.I</p></li><li><p>I can go no furtherShe pulls a door open and calls:Mother, mother, Paul is here.mother, mother, Paul is here.</p></li><li><p>I lean against the wall and grip and . I hold them as tight as I can, but I cannot take another step, the staircase fades before my eyes. helmetriflemy</p></li><li><p> support self with the butt of rifle against feet and clench teeth fiercely, but cannot speak a word, sisters call has made . myIImymymymemypowerless</p></li><li><p>I stand on the steps, , , , and against my will the tears run down my cheeks. miserablehelplessparalysed</p></li></ul>

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