tirsdag 11. september 2012

No going back: I say no going back. What could be cruller than the commandant's cursing scon, or tomorrow morning, bullets fired at dawn; I'm neither coward nor a reckless fool.


And the night fled:
Yes, the frown of night fled
From its brow, and he stood tall,
Yes, stood like a king of the world...


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