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The war had cost the Central Powers three and a half million men. It had cost the Allies over five million. A Satire of Circumstance ond World War but the innocents of the remote Great War, those sweet, generous people who pressed forward and all but surfpeet their own destruction. In "MCMXIV," written in the early sixties, Larkin contemplates a surfkeet of the patient and sincere lined up in early August outside a Fuk station: The shops are shut, and astonishingly, the Defense of the Realm Fuk not yet having been thought of.

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Today, when each day's experience seems notably ad hoc, no such appeal would shame the most stupid to the recruiting office. But the G reat War took place in what was, compared with ours, a static world, where the values appeared stable and where the meanings of abstractions seemed permanent and reliable. Everyone knew what Glory was, and what Honor meant. It was not until eleven years after the war that Hemingway could declare in A Farewell to Arms that "abstract words suc h as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates.

Certainly the author of a personal communication in the Times two days before the declaration of war would not have understood: Bur I will dash into the great venture with all that pride and spirit an ancient race has given me. Culver Pictures The language is that which two generations of readers had been accustomed to associate with the quiet action of personal control and Christian self-abnegation "sacrifice"as well as with more violent actions of aggression and defense. The tutors in this special diction had been the boys' books of George Alfred Henty; the male-romances of Rider Haggard; the poems of Robert Bridges; and especially the Arthurian poems of Tennyson and the pseudo-medieval romances of William Morris.

We can set out this "raised," essentially feudal language in a table of equivalents: This system of "high" diction was not the least of the ultimate casualties of the war. But its staying power was astonishing. As late as 19 18 it was A Satire of Circumstances still possible for some men who had actually fought to sustain the old rhetoric. Reginald Grant writes the Dedication of his book S. One could use with security words which a few years later, after the war, would constitute obvious double entendres. One could say intercourse, or erection, or ejaculation without any risk of evoking a smile or a leer. Henry James's innocent employment of the word tool is as well known as Browning's artless misapprehensions about the word twat.

Even the official order transmitted from British headquarters to the armies at 6: In the girl who was to become Christopher Isherwood's mother and whose fiance was going to be killed in the war could write in her diary with no selfconsciousness: Indeed, the literary scene is hard to imagine. There was no Waste Land, with its rats' alleys, dull canals, and dead men: One read Hardy and Kipling and Conrad and frequented worlds of traditional moral action delineated in traditional moral language. Although some memories of the benign last summer before the war can be discounted as standard romantic retrospection turned even rosier by egregious contrast with what followed, all agree that the prewar summer was the most idyllic for many years.

One lolled outside on a folding canvas chaise, or swam, or walked in the countryside. One read outdoors, went on picnics, had tea served from a white wicker table under the trees. You could leave your books on the table all night without fear of rain. Siegfried Sassoon was busy fox hunting and playing serious county cricket. Robert Graves went climbing in the Welsh mountains. Edmund Blunden took country walks near Oxford, read Classics and English, and refined his pastoral diction. Wilfred Owen was teaching English to the boys of a French family living near Bordeaux.

David Jones was studying illustration at Camberwell Art School. And for those like Strachey who preferred the pleasures of the West End, there were splendid evening parties, as well as a superb season for concerts, theater, and the Russian ballet. For the modern imagination that last summer has assumed the status of a permanent symbol for anything innocently but irrecoverably lost. Transferred meanings of "our summer of " retain the irony of the original, for the change from felicity to despair, pastoral to anti-pastoral, is melodramatically unexpected. Elegizing the "Old South" in America, which could be said to have disappeared aroundDavid Lowe writes in We never thought that any of this would change; we never thought of change at all.

But we were the last generation of the Old South; that spring in the early fifties was our summer of Like those other generations who were given to witness the guillotining of a world, we never expected it. And like that of our counterparts, our world seemed most beautiful just before it disappeared. It believed in Progress and Art and in no way doubted the benignity even of technology. The word machine was not yet invariably coupled with the word gun. It was not that "war" was entirely unexpected during June and July of But the irony was that trouble was expected in Ulster rather than in Flanders.

It was expected to be domestic and embarrassing rather than savage and incomprehensible. Of the diary his mother kept duringChristopher Isherwood notes that it has "the morbid fascination of a document which records, without the dishonesty of hindsight, the day-byday approach to a catastrophe by an utterly unsuspecting victim. Meanwhile, as so often happens, this victim expects and fears a different catastrophe-civil war in Ulster-which isn't going to take place. Sir Edward Carson says 'if it be not peace with honor it must be war with honor. I have omitted only one sentence in the middle: In nothing, however, is the initial British innocence so conspicuous as in the universal commitment to the sporting spirit.

Before the war, says Osbert Sitwell, we were still in the trough of peace that had lasted a hundred years between two great conflicts.

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He was ne ver taught them before the war, and his whole training from childhood slits has been to obey, and to sirfleet in numbers. The reason is simple: He has not played individual games. Football, which develops surf,eet, has only been introduced into Germany in comparatively recent times. Thus Reginald Grant on the first Zurfleet use of chlorine gas: A Satire of Circumstance "It kocal a new device in warfare and thoroughly illustrative of the Prussian idea of playing the game. This feat was first performed by the 1st Beach sex free in irati of the 18th London Regiment slut Loos in It soon achieved the status of a conventional act of bravado locql was ultimately exported far beyond the Western Front.

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Montague remembers that It was an army whose state of preparation for what faced it can be estimated from the amount of attention the officers' Field Service Pocket Book 19'4 devoted to topics like "Care of Transport Camels" and "Slinging Camels On To a Ship. And he thought the power of bullets to stop horses had been greatly exaggerated. People were so innocent that they were embarrassed to pronounce the new stylish foreign word camouflage. They had known so little of debris that they still put an acute accent over the e. That moment, one of the most interesting in the whole long history of human disillusion, can stand as the type of all the ironic actions of the war.

What could remain of confidence in Divine assistance once it was known what Haig wrote his wife just before the attack: I thought this would be the last battle of the war and I didn't want to miss it. I remember writing to my mother, telling her I would be home for the August Bank Holiday. I see men arising and walking forward; and I go forward with them, in a glassy delirium wherein some seem to pause, with bowed heads, and sink carefully to their knees, and roll slowly over, and lie still. Others roll and roll, and scream and grip my legs in uttermost fear, and I have to struggle to break away, while the dust and earth on my tunic changes from grey to red.

In reading memoirs of the war, one notices the same phenomenon over and over. By applying to the past a paradigm of ironic action, a rememberer is enabled to locate, draw forth, and finally shape into significance an event or a moment which otherwise would merge without meaning into the general undifferentiated stream, This mechanism of irony-assisted recall is well illustrated by the writing of Private Alfred M. He was a genteel, delicate, monumentally incompetent middle-aged batman, known somewhat patronizingly as "our Mr. Hale" in the Royal Flying Corps installations where he served. Four years after the war, he composed a 6s8-page memoir of his agonies and humiliations, dwelling on his palpable unfitness for any kind of military life and on the constant ironic gap between what was expected of him and what he could perform.

At one camp it was his job to heat water for the officers' ablutions, At the same time, he was strictly forbidden to gather fuel for heating water, since the only source of fuel was the lumber of numerous derelict barracks in the camp. Frustrated almost to madness by this conflict of obligations, by the abuse now from one set of officers for the insufficiently heated water, now from another for his tearing up and incinerating the barracks piece by piece, Hale confesses to an anxiety fully as agonizing as that faced by troops in an assault. He tries to break away and resume his narrative: He was in an artillery battery being relieved by a new unit fresh from England: Satire of Circumstance There was a long road leading to the front line which the Germans occasionally shelled, and the shells used to drop plonk in the middle of it.

This new unit assembled right by the wood ready to go into action in the night. What rises to the surface of Bricknall's memory is the hopes and illusions of the newcomers: They was all spick and span, buttons polished and all the rest of it. He tries to help: We spoke to a few of the chaps before going up and told them about the Germans shelling the road, but of course they was not in charge, so up they went and the result was they all got blown up, ontemplating this ironic issue, Bricknall is moved to an almost Dickensian reiterative rhetoric: Ho, what a disaster!

We had to go shooting lame horses, putting the dead to the side of the road, what a disaster, which could have been avoided if only the officers had gone into action the hard way [i. That was something I shall never forget. A slaughter by itself is too commonplace for notice, When it makes an ironic point it becomes memorable. Bricknall was a simple man from Walsall, Staffordshire, who died in at the age of He was, his son tells me, "a man; a real man; a real soldier from Walsall. A German shell landed near a British artillery battery and killed five officers, including the major commanding, who were standing in a group.

The long, drawn-out horrors of Passchendaele were to take place not far away. They too use the pattern of irony to achieve their "strongest recollections. Here is one from Blunden's Undertones of War: A young and cheerful lance-corporal of ours was making some tea [in the trench] as I passed one warm afternoon. Wishing him a good tea, I went along three fire-bays; one shell dropped without warning behind me; I saw its smoke faint out, and I thought all was as lucky as it should be. Soon a cry from that place recalled me; the shell had burst all wrong.

For him, how could the gobbets of blackening flesh, the earth-wall sotted with blood, with flesh, the eye under the duck board, the pulpy bone be the only answer? And irony engenders worse irony: At this moment, while we looked with dreadful fixity at so isolated a horror, 51 the lance-corporal's brother came round the traverse. A Satire of Circumstance doesn't yet know: No one else was hurt. The unspeakable agonies endured by the patrol in order to win-as it imagines-the whole campaign take place while the battle is being easily won elsewhere. The patrol's contribution "sacrifice," it would have been called thirty years earlier has not been needed at all.

As Polack puts it: A terribly injured man is "comforted" by a fnend unaware of the real ghastliness of the friend's wounds. The classic Great War scene of this kind is a real "scene": The dying young Second Lieutenant James Raleigh played by the twenty-eight-year-old Maurice Evans is carried down into the orderly-room dugout to be ministered to by his old public-school football idol, Captain Dennis Stanhope: Something-hit me in the back-knocked me clean over-sort ofwinded me-I'm all right now. Steadyold boy. Just lie there quietly for a bit.

I'll be better if I get up and walk about. It happened once be foreI got kicked in just the same place at Rugger; it-it soon wore off. It-it just numbs you for a bit. I'm going to have you taken away. Down to the dressing-station-then hospital-then home. He smiles You've got a Blighty ,one, Jimmy. Another example, again of an ironic family tragedy. The company commander "is helpless at the moment, but he has shown the letter to the colonel, who promises to see what can be done next time we are out. A few days later "Sergeant Brown. There is quiet in the dug-out for a time.

Stanhope sits with one hand on Raleigh's arm, and Raleigh lies very still. Could we have a light? It's-it's so frightfull y dark and cold. I'll bring a candle and get another blanket. Stanhope goes out R, and Raleigh is alone, very still and quiet. A tiny sound comes from where Raleigh is lying-something between a sob and a moan; his L hand drops to the floor. Stanhope comes back with a blanket. He takes a candle from the table and carries it to Raleigh's bed, He puts it on the box beside Raleigh and speaks cheerfully Is that better, Jimmy? Whenever the book veers back to its primal scene, a bom. It replays Sherriff's scene and retains all its Great War irony. Heller's unforgettable scene projects a terrible dynamics of horror, terrified tenderness, and irony.

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It embodies the contemporary equivalent of the experience offered by the first day on the Somme, and like that archetypal original, it can stand as a virtual allegory of political and social cognition in our time. I am saying that there seems to be one dominating form of modern understanding; that it is essentially ironic; and that it originates largely in the application of mind and memory to the events of the Great War.

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