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by Brenda W. Clough


Ah Love! Could you and I with Him conspire

To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,

Would we not shatter it to bits – and then

Remold it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!

From the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, translated by Edward Fitzgerald, 1879.

Friday, March 16, or Saturday, 17 [1912]. Lost track of dates, but think the last correct. Tragedy all down the line. At lunch, the day before yesterday, poor Titus Oates said he couldn't go on; he proposed we should leave him in his sleeping bag. That we could not do, and we induced him to come on, on the afternoon march. In spite of its awful nature for him he struggled on and we made a few miles. At night he was worse and we knew the end had come.

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