"Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars"
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'They had no conceit of themselves in a little, vain way, but they reckoned themselves the only fighting-men, simply, and without boasting. I liked the look of them, dusty up to the eyes in summer, muddy up to their eyes in winter—these gipsy fellows, scornful of discipline for discipline's sake, but desperate fighters, looking at life with frank, curious eyes, and a kind of humorous contempt for death and disease, and 'the whole damned show', as they called it.' - Philip Gibbs
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Life as a work of Art.
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