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'As the winter grew colder and colder I spent the deep trough of the early hours in a huddled heap beside the stove, drinking sample bottles of liqueur from Paris-Plage out of a tin egg-cup, and reading an impressive poem called "The City of Fear" by a certain Captain Gilbert Frankau, who had not then begun to dissipate his rather exciting talents upon the romances of cigar merchants:'
'We reached his room about eleven. To do what? Not a blessed thing but to sit before a fire and talk and read again. He read me extracts from a book by Mr. Gilbert Frankau and proved to me what I could not have believed, that Mr. Frankau is a man of real high spirits which frequently almost achieve wit and humour.'
'I've read so many descriptions in newspapers of the ruin and desolation caused in this war. Famous literary men have tried their powers of description and All (with the possible exception of Gilbert Frankau) have failed to convey the repulsiveness and awfulness of the scene. The Ecole was one of these places - That's all!'