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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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I confused things with their names: that is belief.<br />

‘Les Mots’ (1964) ‘Ècrire’<br />

La vie humaine commence de l’autre côtè du dèsespoir.<br />

Human life begins on the far side <strong>of</strong> despair.<br />

‘Les Mouches’ (1943) act 3<br />

Ma pensèe, c’est moi : voilá pourquoi je ne peux pas m’arrêter. J’existe par ce que je pense...et<br />

je ne peux pas m’empêcher de penser.<br />

My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist by what I think...and I can’t prevent myself<br />

from thinking.<br />

‘La Nausèe’ (1938) ‘Lundi’ Je dèteste les victimes quand elles respectent leurs bourreaux.<br />

I hate victims who respect their executioners.<br />

‘Les Sèquestrès d’Altona’ (1960) act 1, sc. 1<br />

Je me mèfie des incommunicables, c’est la source de toute violence.<br />

I distrust the incommunicable: it is the source <strong>of</strong> all violence.<br />

‘Qu’est-ce que la littèrature?’ in ‘Les Temps Modernes’ July 1947, p. 106<br />

7.26 Siegfried Sassoon 1886-1967<br />

If I were fierce, and bald, and short <strong>of</strong> breath,<br />

I’d live with scarlet Majors at the Base,<br />

And speed glum heroes up the line to death.<br />

‘Base Details’ (1918)<br />

I’d like to see a Tank come down the stalls,<br />

Lurching to rag-time tunes, or ‘Home, sweet Home’,—<br />

And there’d be no more jokes in Music-halls<br />

To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.<br />

‘Blighters’ (1917)<br />

Does it matter?—losing your legs?...<br />

For people will always be kind,<br />

And you need not show that you mind<br />

When the others come in after hunting<br />

To gobble their muffins and eggs.<br />

Does it matter?—losing your sight?...<br />

<strong>The</strong>re’s such splendid work for the blind;<br />

And people will always be kind,<br />

As you sit on the terrace remembering<br />

And turning your face to the light.<br />

‘Does it Matter?’ (1918)<br />

Soldiers are citizens <strong>of</strong> death’s grey land,<br />

Drawing no dividend from time’s tomorrows.

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