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"No," I said, "I will do it by describing all this." And we both laughed. NO I SAID I WILL DO IT BY DESCRIBING ALL THIS AND WE BOTH LAUGHED
ed me, and to know that the camera that took it must have stood where I was standing, only a little lower down, under the great heap. Though one knew there had been an altar there, and candles and roof and carpet, and all the solemnity of a cathedral's interior, yet to see that photograph and to stand on that weedy heap, in the wind, under the jackdaws, was a contrast with which the mind fumbled. I walked a little with the French interpreter. We came to a little shrine in the southern aisle. It had been all paved with marble, and the marble was broken into hundreds of pieces, and someone had carefully picked up all the bits, and laid them together on the altar. And this pathetic heap that was gathered of broken bits had drawn many to stop and gaze at it; and idly, as soldiers will, they had written their names on them: every bit had a name on it, with but a touch of irony the Frenchman said, "All that is necessary to bring your name to posterity is to write it on one of these stones.", E THAT PHOTOGRAPH ASTONISHED ME AND TO KNOW THAT THE CAMERA THAT TOOK IT MUST HAVE STOOD WHERE I WAS STANDING ONLY A LITTLE LOWER DOWN UNDER THE GREAT HEAP THOUGH ONE KNEW THERE HAD BEEN AN ALTAR THERE AND CANDLES AND ROOF AND CARPET AND ALL THE SOLEMNITY OF A CATHEDRAL'S INTERIOR YET TO SEE THAT PHOTOGRAPH AND TO STAND ON THAT WEEDY HEAP IN THE WIND UNDER THE JACKDAWS WAS A CONTRAST WITH WHICH THE MIND FUMBLED I WALKED A LITTLE WITH THE FRENCH INTERPRETER WE CAME TO A LITTLE SHRINE IN THE SOUTHERN AISLE IT HAD BEEN ALL PAVED WITH MARBLE AND THE MARBLE WAS BROKEN INTO HUNDREDS OF PIECES AND SOME ONE HAD CAREFULLY PICKED UP ALL THE BITS AND LAID THEM TOGETHER ON THE ALTAR AND THIS PATHETIC HEAP THAT WAS GATHERED OF BROKEN BITS HAD DRAWN MANY TO STOP AND GAZE AT IT AND IDLY AS SOLDIERS WILL THEY HAD WRITTEN THEIR NAMES ON THEM EVERY BIT HAD A NAME ON IT WITH BUT A TOUCH OF IRONY THE FRENCHMAN SAID ALL THAT IS NECESSARY TO BRING YOUR NAME TO POSTERITY IS TO WRITE IT ON ONE OF THESE STONES
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