Friday, December 2, 2011

From "The Metamophosis of Peter Brooke" (Julian MacLaren-Ross)










Eventhe steady thunder of bomber planes on the way to Germany overhead failed towake him, but before dawn he had a fight with himself in his sleep.  I watched from my ringside seat:  himself seemed about to win but just in timehe knocked himself out.  I counted tenbut he lay stiff and silent, not even snoring now; and in the morning we wereroused by the ringing telephone.  It wasmy girlfriend to say that Germany had surrendered, which places this meeting inearly May 1945.





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