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As I left it a rat, with something in its mouth, holding its head high, ran right across the village. AS I LEFT IT A RAT WITH SOMETHING IN ITS MOUTH HOLDING ITS HEAD HIGH RAN RIGHT ACROSS THE VILLAGE
y would ever peer at us over chasms of time, out of another age, utterly far off, irrevocably removed from our ways and days. They are gone, those times, gone like the Dinosaur; gone with bows and arrows and the old knightlier days. No splendour marks their sunset where I sit, no dignity of houses, or derelict engines of war, mined all equally are scattered dirtily in the mud, and common weeds overpower them; it is not ruin but rubbish that covers the ground here and spreads its untidy flood for hundreds and hundreds of miles. A band plays in Arras, to the north and east the shells go thumping on. The very origins of things are in doubt, so much is jumbled together. It is as hard to make out just where the trenches ran, and which was No-Man's-Land, as it is to tell the houses from garden and orchard and road: the rubbish covers all. It is as though the ancient forces of Chaos had come back from the abyss to fight against order and man, and Chaos had won. So lies this village of France. VER SEEMED AS THOUGH THEY WOULD EVER PEER AT US OVER CHASMS OF TIME OUT OF ANOTHER AGE UTTERLY FAR OFF IRREVOCABLY REMOVED FROM OUR WAYS AND DAYS THEY ARE GONE THOSE TIMES GONE LIKE THE KNODS WORK GONE WITH BOWS AND ARROWS AND THE OLD NIGHTLIER DAYS NO SPLENDOUR MARKS THEIR SUNSET WHERE I SIT NO DIGNITY OF HOUSES OR DERELICT ENGINES OF WAR MIND ALL EQUALLY ARE SCATTERED DIRTILY IN THE MUD AND COMMON WEEDS OVERPOWER THEM IT IS NOT RUIN BUT RUBBISH THAT COVERS THE GROUND HERE AND SPREADS ITS UNTIDY FLOOD FOR HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF MILES A BAND PLAYS IN ARRAS TO THE NORTH AND EAST THE SHELLS GO THUMPING ON THE VERY ORIGINS OF THINGS ARE IN DOUBT SO MUCH IS JUMBLED TOGETHER IT IS AS HARD TO MAKE OUT JUST WHERE THE TRENCHES RAN AND WHICH WERE NO MAN'S LAND AS IT IS TO TELL THE HOUSES FROM GARDEN AND ORCHARD AND ROAD THE RUBBISH COVERS ALL IT IS AS THOUGH THE ANCIENT FORCES OF CHAOS HAD COME BACK FROM THE ABYSS TO FIGHT AGAINST ORDER AND MAN AND CHAOS HAD WON SO LIES THIS VILLAGE OF FRANCE
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