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Illusion 1915

Illusion 1915

Tomlinson, H. M.

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ISBN10: 1162640065
ISBN13: 9781162640068
Publisher: Kessinger Pub Llc
Published: Sep 10 2010
Pages: 34
Weight: 0.13
Height: 0.07 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Illusion 1915 is a novel written by H. M. Tomlinson that takes place during the First World War. The story follows the character of Captain Sorrell, a British officer who is sent to France to fight in the trenches. Sorrell is a man who is haunted by his past, and as the war progresses, he begins to question the morality of the conflict and the sacrifices that he and his fellow soldiers are making. As Sorrell navigates the horrors of the war, he becomes increasingly disillusioned with the propaganda that he has been fed about the glory of battle. He begins to see the war as a senseless tragedy, and he struggles to find meaning in the violence and death that surrounds him. Throughout the novel, Tomlinson explores themes of disillusionment, morality, and the human cost of war. The book is a powerful and poignant portrayal of the devastating impact that the First World War had on the soldiers who fought in it. It is a must-read for anyone interested in the history of the war and its lasting legacy.1928. The story begins: The French house I sought was seen, as I turned a corner, remote in a diminishing avenue of noble trees. Below the hush of midsummer was the vibration of many wings. The bees were in the limes. I could smell the nectar of that tree; it is full summer when the limes are flowering and the bees get drunk. I found that a pleasant confirmation of the season, for to me that summer was hardly authentic. The house was set deeply in a long perspective of foliage, as though I stood in the June of one year and saw distantly the pale ghost of the old chateau in a silent June of the past. I wanted to reach that house, but it looked as though I could get not nearer to it than the murmuring summer in which I stood. I could only look back to where it was secluded in the silence of a forgotten year. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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