It is not conscious; it is far quicker, much more sure, less fallible, than consciousness. 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. They knew the war to be a misfortune, whereas those who were better off, and should have been able to see more clearly what the consequences would be, were beside themselves with joy. Paul smiles and reaches out towards the butterfly, but becoming too exposed, he is shot and killed by an enemy sniper. I would like to weep and be comforted too, indeed I am little more than a child. Then it felt as if there were something electric running from the ground up through me. We've been here since yesterday morning and we've been living on a bale of hay and razor blades.
And that is why they let us down so badly. Because the glorification of war is what gets the protagonist of All Quiet on the Western Front into the army in the first place. However, Tjaden is loyal and ends up leaving the boots to Paul as a show of friendship after Tjaden is mortally wounded. The spirit of brotherhood among the prisoners touches Paul deeply. Изоставени сме като деца, а имаме опита на стари хора, станали сме сурови, тъжни и повърхностни - струва ми се, че сме загубени. Some of these people ask questions, some ask no questions, but no one can see that the latter are proud of themselves for their silence; they often say with a wise air that these things cannot be talked about.
Soldier 1: Well, he never had a war before. I'll make soldiers out of you, or kill you! And our thoughts are clay. No, I don't want to shoot any Englishman. Turning him over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come. It was that abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. The hours are an agony for them.
After doing so, he realized that the man was no different than himself. Turning him over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come. By the animal instinct that is awakened in us we are led and protected. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on—it makes me sick, it is and always was disgusting. They can only depend on chance to keep them alive because they can not control what happens around them. And then all at once, here it is.
When we come back, I'll get you all some nice, clean underwear! Tauris, publishers, London and New York, 1998. While they continued to write and talk, we saw the dying. But if you'll pardon me, it's easier to say 'go out and die' than it is to do it. When it comes to dying for your country, it's better not to die at all. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped its shells, were destroyed by the war. Why do you take so long dying? You're going to die anyway. They've got dozens of airplanes to our one.
Why should they send us out to fight each other? I never saw one 'til I came up here. People he has never met, people in positions of influence and power, said the word that made these men his enemy. Nothing about them suggests that he is fundamentally different from them or that he should have any reason to want to kill them. Through the years our business has been killing;—it was our first calling in life. I want that quiet rapture again.
They have not eaten since breakfast, but the men they have joined have not had food for two days. And what Kat said, he had thought about. Taken from the novel by Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front is a devastating portrait by Delbert Mann Desire Under the Elms, Marty of a small group of German soldiers throughout the World War I. While the rhetoric of politics makes no sense to Paul, the rhetoric of music does. Warum sagt man uns nicht immer wieder, daß ihr ebenso arme Hunde seid wie wir, daß eure Mütter sich ebenso ängstigen wie unsere und daß wir die gleiche Furcht vor dem Tode haben und das gleiche Sterben und den gleichen Schmerz —. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes.
The things we've got to watch out for are them black ones. I raise my eyes, I let them move round, and turn myself with them, one circle, one circle, and I stand in the midst. Soldier 2: Well, it must be doing somebody some good. In fact, it would probably be easier to tell you why this novel is irrelevant: it's not, for example, an example of the perfect rom-com. Paul: It's no use talking like this.