It is with a sigh that I remember simple moments such as those, when I understood so little of the deepening sadness of life, and only the strangeness of the spring was knocking at my heart. In the 1920s, a young man, grappling with the horrors of the war from which he had just returned, decided to write about a happier time.
Ik heb een vraag over het boek: ‘Memoirs of a Fox-hunting Man - Sassoon, Siegfried’.
Vul het onderstaande formulier in.
We zullen zo spoedig mogelijk antwoorden.
