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Inside the gas-mask my head booms and roars...
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front, Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1929, p. 70.
PLACE: Europe
TIME: First World War (1914 - 1918)
The rain rattles down
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front, Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1929, p. 73.
PLACE: Europe
TIME: First World War (1914 - 1918)
The sound of the gun-fire from the front penetrates into our refuge.... Sometimes a heavy crash and aeroplane bombs. Once we hear a stifled cry. Aeroplanes drone; the tack-tack of machine guns breaks out...
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front, Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1929, p. 94.
PLACE: Europe
TIME: First World War (1914 - 1918)
Suddenly the nearer explosions cease. The shelling continues but it has lifted and falls behind us ... in this howling waste... a machinegun ... barking .... Machine guns rattle, rifles crack.
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front, Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1929, p. 111.
PLACE: Europe
TIME: First World War (1914 - 1918)
A great quietness rules .... We ... listened to their rustling - the melody of the wind ... apparitions that speak to me,.. silently, without any word - and it is the alarm of their silence ...
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front, Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1929, p. 119 - 120.
PLACE: Europe
TIME: First World War (1914 - 1918)
They are quiet in this way, because quietness is so unattainable for us now. At the front there is no quietness .... Even in the remote-depots and rest-areas the droning and muffled noise of shelling is always in our ears. We are never so far off that it is no more to be heard.
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front, Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1929, p. 120 - 121.
PLACE: Europe
TIME: First World War (1914 - 1918)
I hear the rattle of mess-tins...
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front, Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1929, p. 123.
PLACE: Europe
TIME: First World War (1914 - 1918)
... we listen to them dying... it is impossible to gauge the direction of his cry.... He grows gradually hoarser. The voice sounds so desperate that it prevails everywhere .... It is easy to understand what he cries ... today he merely weeps. By evening the voice dwindles to a croaking .... We hear it so distinctly because the wind blows toward our line ... there comes across to us one last gurgling rattle.
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front, Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1929, p. 124 - 126.
PLACE: Europe
TIME: First World War (1914 - 1918)
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