January 2010

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

List Of Songs For Basketball Games

Decidedly, I am unable to enjoy the movies of Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger Black Narcissus them, shot in 1947, like me, in fact, bought as little fun as me I gave them know where I'm committed two years earlier, with this difference, though, that this time, contrary to what had been done to discover that, ultimately, Joan Webster, heroin was supposed to know where she was frankly did not seem to know, since she had married the beautiful idea of this movie, which was to preach for a completely paperless existence within nature itself boasted that, after having known the love with a Scottish lord, a Scottish lord so little green so commonplace and the rest in his role as Captain beautiful and wonderful lover he himself was a disappointment, yes, with the difference that this time I have not had to pay twenty-five euros for watch the adventures of Sister Clodagh, the leading figure of Black Narcissus, ARTE who scored the film, which many regard as a masterpiece in their lineup in January.

And if this was repeated disappointment, not so much because this time around, as I said there
in this long succession of beautiful pictures of postcards on which the two filmmakers have had English further appeal by the Indian landscape that we see in this film, with their typical monasteries, palaces legendary patterns like straight from the tales of Thousand and One Nights and Maharajas and their wise and their typical poor, n Since, in fact, not unlike the conventional Scotland, too touristy for my taste them I know where I go, because a little digging, that is, by subjecting some of those shots well licked the imagination, you can find them a symbolic significance, I think in particular, but I could be wrong, the very photogenic chasm that Sister Clodagh rings the bell when it overlooks the this ex-harem where she presides as a missionary and in which Sister Ruth, she runs under Mother Superior and it annoys the highest point to capture all the gestures of attention Mister Dean sort of Torquil MacNeil also meet local master of the beautiful and wonderful lover, try to rush because the gulf, to fit closely, may be the metaphor for his own lack of faith in his priestly mission, a doubt that it should equally well to the atmosphere of lust that still floats in the former harem hosting its mission to Mister Dean, the latter to him flirt, the cause with great blows of pleasantries and disguised stump hairy than ever hide his shorts adventurer agreed, in short, to remind him of all his desires hot woman, with little wasted time, that discourse by the two inseparable associates british film. And now, because it assumes that speech and their scenario, this scenario which, after all, have assumed that just starting to put a religious group - here, Sister Clodagh, Philippa, Ruth and the two or three others who accompany them in their humanitarian mission - in a place where the atmosphere is charged with sensuality - the former harem in which they will exercise their skills as caregivers, educators and even planters - for most of them, if not all, eventually succumbing to the same atmosphere of sensuality , what they could not escape because the atmosphere to act as a famous madeleine dipped in tea, reminds them all the same memories as a young girl wanting to marry not Christ but a man made of flesh and blood, forcing them to accept, because this atmosphere, almost carnal, would resurface this memory and not another, or nothing all, that this desire of man was not dead in them, they had made the drive back and had the force of things, man dreamed, as desired in a time of their life, being left in the field or having hope, as Sister Clodagh, eclipse, an eroticism which, if seemed frankly unhealthy to mix fantasy with the sacred, some moved to so little of the sacred thing, I also seemed a bit shy, almost philistine in his intentions to come and die at the feet of morality when the end, Sister Clodagh, who then seems to have forgotten all the trouble she has to live, leaving as before Grosjean Mister Dean and Sister Ruth, misguided, finishing it in the abyss into which she had tried to send his rival. Then, because I felt that explaining the British fiasco in India through the nuns who, though devoted to their humanitarian mission, apart from Sister Ruth task they accomplished fully, would fail, the local belief, encouraging the crowd to revenge following the death of one of their patients, who pushed to flee their shelter before they could not understand what the Maharaja wanted to tell them by paying the sick and the children they cared for and educated, or what is good or bad for an Englishman is not necessarily to an Indian, reduced to little a difficult conflict of cultures, a difficult conflict of cultures that was all the more the rest he was born not from a desire to help but to colonize.

, the very one he would not be when the merchants of hot dogs and slot machines have entered the temple of culture. To think that the filmmaker, of course there is this statement that the old glory of the operetta what Tony Hunter will throw the ears of Lester and Lily Marton, this couple who, because he is their friend and they both are writers, has vowed to revive his career, a career that ultimately only the journalists were barred, the public had the sole charge against him but his sheepish attitude, and hoping to do, of course, the best way possible as the scenario that should be their catapult was built with good taste to include any new issue in the fine tradition of the genre, which, incidentally, Vincente Minnelli was attached to do here and succeeded perfectly, because if the rest of the Fred Astaire Swing Time could very well lead to his blonde partner Ginger Rogers in the romantic Dancing in the Dark, this feast of dance, the visual pleasure, it might as well endorse the three-piece suit and the hero of the stunning and very creative Girl Hunt: A Murder Mystery in Jazz since found in Swing Time Waltz in Bojangles of Harlem and the excellent film by George Stevens, the exact counterparts of these two numbers. But to think that the filmmaker, there are much better, or rather I should say, much worse.

Worse, in fact, because in addition to this speech given by Tony Hunter, a speech which, besides the fact that it clearly defines the blessed time of the musical, also said of his descendants it is a sad heiress, and this pic unchecked, this time by the filmmaker during the first stage, top hat and cane-form that sees and here, if I may say so, as the hallmark of our heroes that the distinctive emblems of the dancer's musical before time, not to find buyers at their sale, not even for the modest sum of 50 cents, encouraging us, through irony, to measure the full extent of the fickleness of the public and his total disinterest in a genre that the filmmaker was particularly attached, yes, Alongside these two sequences arguing, after all, legitimately for the musical before time, the Top Hat as one, going back to Vincente Minnelli, the Song of Missouri, although in this film shot in 1942 we cry laughed more than we can find something that personally I would prefer not to see the cause of music from the time before that I defend, my taste for romance on their own good and pleasure that I 'feels each time to see the elegant Fred teasing from the floor polish his shoes, when they arise there, and partner with great bursts of bright smiles and so exquisite intertwining size for her to hesitate between the sketch and preliminary gallant love me forcing surely does not justify, in my opinion, that uses any means to defend it.

Indeed, I found the inflated idea, not that of making the musical the good old days before, or those derived from them - and those, Tony Hunter, with its beautiful statement to Marton, who drew a line input on the final Broadway after his disgrace - the equal of the classic tragedy, for I too I like to say as Jeffrey Cordova, the brilliant director Marton that chose to mount their show, so great the rest "that everything he touches succeeds,"

"there is no barriers put between tragedy and operetta, and that everything that moves us, stimulates us or distracted, it's theater ", but that of being party to this, which will, however, nicely metaphor for Vincente Minnelli, Gabrielle Gerard, the classical ballet dancer and symbol of culture scholar here, not surpassing in size Tony Hunter, the sign of popular culture, thanks to her high heels, and have proceeded to follow him three or four numbers sorcerers, even those that Marton and Tony Hunter will create when they will resume control of their show, Jeffrey Cordova in have diverted from its original purpose, which led to the fiasco, so that any viewer can, at the time of the finale, and how it does not say it because, thanks to these three or four enchanting numbers It will then experienced the full range of emotions, both the romance with Dancing in the Dark, with irresistible laughter and adventure with Triplets the dazzling Girl Hunt, answer yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes to Tony Hunter and his merry troupe when, in the end, they all said in chorus that the theater is a spectacle that must be full of highlights ardor, that theater is "a song that gives wings or a dance that ends in romance and not

" the dead of Macbeth or the torture of Camille ", and finally that the theater does it should be that of entertainment, the world is because, after all, this whole way of doing things is neither more nor less than to impose a point of view, force the hand the viewer.

course, as Rabelais said, laughing is proper to man, a quote from Jeffrey Cordova is not contradict since stepping down as director to become a serious dancer in the troupe of comic Tony Hunter high, O thou my lovely!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

What Word In English Has The Most Definitions?

"What is Life? And all things, this world is illusion. The middle, the beginning and the end are only brief sparks. Man does not live a moment. Life goes so fast today is already yesterday. I leave the first or will it be my neighbor? Today or tomorrow? All die sooner or later more numerous than the drops of dew on the branches or treetops. In the morning, a ruddy complexion, the evening will be bone white. "So wrote

Shigematsu Shizuma, one of the main characters of Black Rain, Shohei Imamura film turned in 1989, before the bodies of victims of Little Boy, the atomic bomb, which a few hours earlier, had shaved his good old city of Hiroshima in dealing with these deaths, we burn, a look that betrays both his interest in the mission of accompanying the last to take her amazement, a feeling that either way, it would be easy to understand because this man, nothing religious, no the company was on the order of his superior, who, having learned that the town hall and the temple were unable to save all the victims as they were many, had made up his mind to fly help of these two institutions largely overtaken by events.

To perform, at best, this duty of memory that he had been, Shigematsu Shizuma had met a monk of the sect Aki, between two valuable advice Buddhist, had also expressed his great anger against the world, to despiritualized, was using science and knowledge not to raise hell, but to lay a city where most inhabitants were virgins the crime imputed to them: "The Doctrine of the world degenerating, it's really the time of the end times . " he said yes. This would be a Shigematsu Shizuma somewhat dazed by his task which would pronounce the sentence which, if she is very pretty, is no less unpleasant to hear because it dismisses a man's life or that of a woman not much and a page of Marcel Proust or a night of Frederick Chopin, as the joy of the man or woman who reads or hears, with fleeting rays of light. And I confess that when I heard, I was stunned myself, already, because I attach to life, whether human, animal and even plant a real importance, but much more yet because the little phrase of Japanese filmmaker, to be called after the latter has a long record tribute to the victims of Hiroshima and comes, as it were, to face all these images of consideration and compassion, the same contradiction since, showing, among other things, a teenager who can not recognize his brother, the fire having completely disfigured, a woman trying, using stone-throwing, to eradicate the pain of his bruised body, another still hugging like a mater dolorosa, burned her baby and finally a man by throwing window of his apartment shouting "Hiroshima, where are you? " all, absolutely all, suggest that gave Shohei Imamura the importance of these human lives destroyed, and through them, of course, human life in general. Let's away, I did not try to dig too deep what seemed like a contradiction, because the small irony that the sentence quoted above contains, and to hold, since it contains it is said to be in places where it usually does not say what she said, and the wisdom that comes too, have been enough to make me happy.

Irony, indeed, because somewhere, the sentence pronounced by the very unconvinced Shigematsu Shizuma, who was himself a victim of bomb, one of those victims of the bomb ticking since the latter, after having spent, was slowly killing him, returns on the one hand, the makers of Hiroshima, as anyone who might be tempted to repeat this horror - in the movie, Truman is meant in effect tell the radio that he planned to use, if necessary, the atomic bomb against the communist forces that acted in Korea - their own insignificance, their lives, like those of their potential successors, like the ones they consider destroying or destroyed, the length of a breath, and other places on the same footing, because again "Man does not live a moment," victims and persons who, by interest or selfishness, tend to evacuate the first of their memory, as will the rest of this mock Shigematsu woman and her Shokichi friend, because, while being pampered and they tease carp, she toiled as a frantic.
And of course, wisdom, for no doubt that the little phrase that Shigematsu Shizuma to pronounce and the dead of Hiroshima is for him also to him as those that pride anime pride among the Imamura hero, leads the impetuous desire unstoppable and he feels to see a woman married Yasuko and expressed every time he told this girl he is responsible for:

"If you do not marry, what to say to your father? " comes?; A series of values in fact trivial, which Shohei Imamura Do not hang up his young heroine as it would ultimately refuse the hand of vain Aono.

But we had to look at this girl, she too would soon die Hell of Hiroshima, as belonging more to the world virtuous and noble of Old Japan than the one defended his fourth and final suitor, we knew the input, because in that bag she carried at dawn of the "Flash killer" the only thing that mattered to him, it was not his graduation from school, or even its luxurious garments, but the kimono marriage of her grandmother.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Baby Figurine With Crossed Arrows

Every fucking war is the thousand pains of the wearer, thousand deaths from those that the fight broke, and the myriad pleasures of bellies and belly from behind. this is what she screams bloody war, He leads me is a naive who believes that words hide ideas, ideas that will make happiness and who has not seen what bacchanalia dedication allowed behind the great wall speeches, proclamations, compliments and censorship ... [Aime Henri Gauthé soldier 2nd class, from his war diary]
is a city in Germany that Lewis Milestone's film starts. In a city in Germany as director of origin Russia has not named, and for good reason, at the very beginning of World War I, all German cities look alike to celebrate the departure for the front of thousands of men, a departure for the front all make in joy and happiness, the promise that they made a lightning victory over the enemy "bloodthirsty German" even accelerated the pace of their steps. And as in all German cities there, in the year 1914, university professors, from their desks or their platforms, trying to instill in the young lad of twenty patriotism all the more ardent and determined that it is far claimed the ear enemy. In this city that Lewis Milestone did not need to name the man's name Kantorek and it would be so smart, to call upon the legendary heroes, to evoke that bravery can sometimes make young women admiring and resolve, in advance and in a flash, all issues that these young men could arise if they decided to abandon their families and expensive studies for the defense and the glory of the Fatherland, that soon her classroom would empty for s' in swelling the ranks of these soldiers whose it looks, ultimately, that for the most part, they went to war over duped by their pride flattered that inflated nationalist ideals. Finally, what are the pride and ambition that guided my choice. Was it fair?
W. Tafel [Deputy Lieutenant of Huns, in a letter dated May 1916] His eyes warms me, his admiration makes me stretch the knee, her smile gave me heart. Beside me, in his eyes, my comrades, too, recovered (...) because a girl saw them, they had a look more serene and clear, a more firm, a more warlike forehead.
[Aime Henri Gauthé soldier 2nd class, from his war diary]

Bäumer, Kemmerich Kropp, Mueller, Behn, and fifteen others that Professor Kantorek had rallied to his cause, therefore, leave their comfortable and motivating small student life for a military career. But before reaching the barracks, where Himmelstoss, became chief factor simply because of general mobilization, they learn that to become a soldier, they would forget all about their past and their dreams of greatness by putting this tip sadism that characterizes so many people who suddenly move from one status to that of a simple running to Buyer - to them, actually, that would mean not balk when he would ask them to flatten out in the mud - they live now, where, for leaving one world and not yet fully joined the following, it is only to let live.

I'm about to take a Pernod in English next to the covered market with Berry (...) Everything is very quiet (...) I'm not even dressed. We are free. I'll finish my duck this evening's brother Berry.

[Louis Hugon, RI 209th Reserve, in a letter dated August 1914. Louis Hugon, who was wounded in the forehead, died, three months later in a military hospital] they would publicize their early scares. As for the former, these old timers too few officers to spawn with the stashed in the back but experienced enough make a trench a small corner livable, they say everything they had learned that these young soldiers do not fall too quickly on the battlefield. Among other things, a truck accident is preferable to a shrapnel

"received in the guts"

that the dangerousness of a shell is measured by its sound and the ground war, c is like a mother, because, like her, she protects almost everything. After this second course of military instruction, given mainly by the pair Katczinsky / Tjaden, all would go on a mission. Behn, He would not return. Because committed against his will, indeed not to lose face, it is in the movie Milestone denouncing the victim most of patriotism rich in words and sermons but chilly in acts of Professor Kantorek, which either says Incidentally, its exact location in the Twin Nabucet Louis Guilloux, and because he died crying mother, he simply says the right word.
The night comes, as I suffer, then I think about my parents, especially my mother, like when I was sick and I was very young, and I'm not alone in thinking about my mother because I hear the wounded and dying call their mom.
[Désiré Emile Renault, 77th RI, in a letter dated August 1914]

We walked, we fight all day, physical exertion was choking us thought (...) Suddenly, a chill came, then a infinite weariness and the overwhelming need to be gentle, to love, to caress, to have exquisite lyrics, and to merge entirely into a single cry, Mom! [Marcel Rivier, from his War Diary. Marcel Rivier be killed on the Belgian front in November 1914] In the ranks of bleusaille we do not mourn the death of long Behn. This would certainly not lack of desire - indeed, the loss of their friend so sadden Bäumer, Kemmerich and all the others that they will not even try to understand why the war had known someone intimately when he was killed, not being a corpse, Council that their lavish Katczinsky because he had long known that a soldier who does not forget everything very fast or that Ponder is a soldier who helps his enemy to kill him - but rather by lack of time, missions to the front merging into a torrid pace. Although, on the firing line, they sometimes have some time, but devil, for a soldier who is on the line Fire what does that mean exactly have time?

Well, for a soldier who is on the firing line, it means having time to wait, wait, first, that the enemy finally stop its vicious bombing - to escape the unbearable wait, indeed untenable because Intensive marmitages few that do not end up reaching their targets, Kemmerich during his second mission, leave the dugout made of wood and bricks. He would not go far enough, however, to escape shrapnel, for him, a nasty injury, but for all other residents of his shelter, it is only superficial because it was necessary for the war continues that the sum of their individual small patrols does not degenerate into panic - and another, that the enemy wants them to see the tip of his nose, and this new expectation generates so much anxiety in him and suddenly, a irrepressible need for revenge, it is not impossible to believe that the latter has somewhat helped run, literally, theories, sometimes questionable, the general staff.

The laurels of victory float on the enemy's bayonets. This is where we go and take the win in a fight melee if you want them (...) throw yourself into the ranks of the enemy and determine the weapon to the discussion cold.
[Ferdinand Foch]

After this second episode warrior, by the way that Milestone has filmed to great effect, and for good reason, seeing him you'd think from archival images, our young hero will taste a well deserved rest. Finding himself so far from the bombs and fighting harassing, their heads could get back to work and among all these answers they give to the eternal question of why do we war, we must remember
"this kind of fever which we are fighting although no one wanted to fight "because

only be said by a former student of Professor Kantorek soon to die, she proves that there is in this group converted, guys who could never what their mentor had titillated home for a morning of general jubilation they abandon their student status to that of a volunteer.
During the leave, and with the imminent death of Kemmerich Bäumer, meanwhile, would find a little taste for prayer, but more the urge to live, life slowly escaping the body of his friend surely incite.

"I felt that it was wonderful to live. I saw fields of wheat, flowers and girls. I ran into life by fleeing death. " would he say in effect immediately before returning to the forehead to the front where he would meet again Himmelstoss which, it must be said, we do not learn much new to be included, too, these men he just teasing pride for them to climb on the fire line. Of course, to induce a type to fight, or we can flatter or hurt his pride, Himmelstoss to pee in his pants before the enemy, certainly within the second alternative, but damn!, why here on this subtle variation on the pride of any decision maker, when, moreover, say nothing, absolutely nothing about these men who are involved in the conflict for the sole purpose of protecting their own? The speech is peaceful here in this film, as he denounces Kantorek patriotism, a little deaf to the voices that upset. And it's a tad unfortunate. I say frankly: a 35 year old man who dies is a broken home (...) but I can not help but wonder if there is no more sadness when what is suddenly destroyed, c ' Hope is the home itself. [Lieutenant Despres, in a letter dated October 1916 that he meant for his son nine years. Lt. Despres was killed in April 1918]

During this battle, which would send Bäumer Himmelstoss fulfill his destiny as a soldier, the same Bäumer, to protect themselves from enemy bullets, should take refuge in a shell crater. In a gesture of self-defense he hurt a French soldier. With the night, the fighting will subside, and in the near silence that is established, the groans of fellow-sufferers become so present and so atrocious in his ears that attempt to silence by offering her help. In vain, for the man, clinging to life, continue to moan. He cursed. But who would hate it really? This man, refuse, quite involuntarily, his aid, prevented him from repentance, or to have everything at once realized, helping promiscuity, that the crime was fundamentally a legal concept any military himself?
In the morning, everything would be finished. The French soldier sleep for eternity and for having understood that he had in his death, a good share of responsibility, the soldier would have definitely pulled Bäumer a line on the fighter he had become to swallow his pride requires dirty, gossip claims of heroism and patriotism of Professor Kantorek.

Where is the enthusiasm of 14? Wherever I turn my eyes, I see more signs and I know people from all ranks even higher.

[Willi Lutz, adjutant of the German army, in a letter dated June 28, 1916. Willi Lutz will be killed in the war two days after writing]

Bäumer For the soldier, with the death of the French soldier, the time of disenchantment was therefore timely. But this girl paper, which adorned a wall of the bar for military would attend while on leave, do not encourage it to fall immediately into the illusion? It's awfully nice to be dressed and carefully, she would evoke both love and civilization, all the things that decide to wash, for love and the civilization that does not live in filth especially when in this dirt we can find some acts of war that have partially the scent of crime. And precisely because it would then be in that mindset back in love and civilization that During her bath, which would take place in a river, war is war, it would take, with three of his cronies more followers as motors, a trio of young French women. Certainly, Suzanne, one of these three women, would give a little love and civilization because she would make love with words and how he wanted to hear, but because it would cons of food and to overcome his own lack of love, all the lads being mounted to the front, there is no doubt that between his arms, Bäumer get lost in illusions. Obviously, the fault does not return to Suzanne, but the war because it, to create lack and lack hard to fill, has the power to do everything backwards, including love.

They wanted, those who sleep in lily, be gentle and benevolent, and give frozen asses the illusion of warmth and tenderness. The poor guy! There are so unfortunate!

[Aime Henri Gauthé soldier 2nd class, from his war diary]

And then, during yet another battle, Bäumer receive a piece of shrapnel in the stomach. In a hospital, the extreme dedication of the doctors and nuns who officiated was stand, he would know some guys who had lost their reason to the front and with guys who had good reason to simulate disturbances of reason never to go back to the front. They will also know, his injury worsened, those places that no soldier, cut off by the war, he wanted to know because there lined up all those who no longer felt able to save. Fortunately for him would Bäumer these lobbies of death.
After his recovery, Bäumer, while on leave, visiting his parents. But if the encounter with his mother would be okay, that his father would turn into a nightmare. Indeed, what a bad dream this rich bourgeois him live he would suggest that behind it is denied to the frontline soldier lacks nothing, and at play, like his cronies of ingratitude, the military strategists who remade the war between their four walls to break the enemy " bloodthirsty German" that their son was slow to break. And this band of generals paper, which definitely had an answer for everything and knew everything better than anyone, if the war dragged, it was precisely because, unlike them,
"the soldier, who did, it does there knew nothing! "Oh

injustice and human ingratitude! While you walk the streets or places of pleasures of Paris, while sitting limply in a comfortable chair in velvet (...) will discuss whether wormwood is a poison (...) while away from danger you ask with a look of annoyance and disdain: what do they do? Why n'avancent they not? If I were fire I would do that during this time, gentlemen, (...) the soldiers in general are now commending their souls to God, before performing (...) the greatest of sacrifices, sacrifice their lives.

[Maurice Antoine Martin-Laval, a doctor at the 58th RI, in a letter dated February 1916]

During this break, the teacher also would review Bäumer Kantorek, he always end up standing on his platform, shout in front of young lad of twenty, the same patriotism stashed who fears for his hideout. To have fought long and fought, and still believe the same as it was when, on his incantations, he embraced a military career, would ask Kantorek Bäumer a speech. To reveal the soldiers fought on the ground in the main concern of not getting killed, it would twenty young guy of twenty years all pumped up with pride, twenty enemies and to add additional

"no pain is good even to save our borders" and is still

"easier encourage others to become heroes as going to get killed, "the professor

Kantorek would, of course, very disappointed. All told him he would not recognize his former pupil.

How selfish to tell his brother: you will die so I'm happy! Is not this whole war and this calculation is not it scary skeleton you hide under the guise of honor, military duty, sacrifice?

[Aime Henri Gauthé soldier 2nd class, from his war diary]

Annoyed by the ungrateful attitude of some and hitting all others by its special way of seeing the war, Bäumer decides to shorten his stay the Vaterland. Upon his return to the front, he would learn from the mouth of Tjaden them apart from all former and Katczinsky had disappeared and that his company was now made

a "bunch of soldiers not old enough to wear the stuff. "

Then he would start looking for Katczinsky absent at these reunions. But when these two met, they would have just enough time to warm the homes of common memories, since a tiny piece of shrapnel had come from nowhere, becomes lodged in the minds of old timers.
die by chance, on a nasty twist of fate ... The way he was killed, he must really believe it's destiny. The shells fell maybe 100 meters away from us, a small chip barely bigger than a grain of corn struck him on the forehead and the blood gushed ... [Joseph Gilles, in a letter dated May 1916. Gilles Joseph will be killed the front less than four months after writing this letter by shrapnel]

Bäumer As for the soldier, who also was soon to die, it would be a butterfly that was her undoing.
So, we can always philosophize about the presence of this beast in the gray room, for example fussy about his message or his poetry, but we need to do, when you can find its traces in the real fighters 14-18? Personally, I want to give voice to the furry ...

There is no longer green leaf or blade of grass, and yet in all this horror, a wonderful appearance: the a morning lark sings and multitudes of bugs buzzing around us and remind us that beyond this war, we must endure, there is still a wonderful spring, after we fought, we will still rejoice. [Christian Bordeching, a lieutenant in the German army, in a letter dated May 1916. Christian Bordeching be killed in the war in April 1917]

World Village Becomes "Angels And Worlds"