3 edition of Generals die in bed found in the catalog.
|Statement||W. Morrow & Co.|
|Publishers||W. Morrow & Co.|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 127 p. :|
|Number of Pages||86|
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No flowers grow in this waste land…It is near dawn.
If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed. It is a reminder to us that the line is still there; that we must return. It would be better, it seems, to dash into No Man's Land and chance death, or down the communication trench to temporary safety--and a firing squad. Similar to All Quiet on the Western Front, but less graphic This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. I am still haunted by the images this author shares, I can't imagine how anyone returned home sane.
Having read the introduction to this book, which mentioned how much men like Sir Arthur Currie hated it, I was eager to read on to see if I could discern precisely what would give rise to their rage. We will be asked to work, day after day, in highly contagious spaces or quit our jobs without unemployment benefits. I have never forgotten that message: it is easy to ask people to risk their lives if the person giving the orders does not face the same risk. But the vehicles must stay on the road.
How we proceed should not focus on what we Generals die in bed. We know we are going for a long rest. When reopening makes sense Once the threat to public health is reasonable and the Generals die in bed better understood, once high-quality PPE is abundant for health-care workers and stockpiled at colleges and universities, once institutions have the capacity and money to test, contact trace and isolate — in short, once the risk becomes manageable — reopening makes sense.
He is the only married man in the section. Its long tapering tail curves away from its padded hindquarters. Bill said that he was going to end up in the hospital ,Cause red chief keeps on hurting him. Fireworks are being exploded in our honour. No flowers grow in this waste land.
The operators did not care that Mildred had just committed suicide; they saw it as a little problem.
Having read the introduction to this book, which mentioned how much men like Sir Arthur Currie hated it, I was eager to read on to see if I could discern precisely what would give rise to their rage.