{"id":4604,"date":"2024-03-11T18:16:59","date_gmt":"2024-03-11T18:16:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writer-insighter.com\/?p=4604"},"modified":"2024-12-12T21:23:11","modified_gmt":"2024-12-12T21:23:11","slug":"nearly-spring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writer-insighter.com\/nearly-spring\/","title":{"rendered":"Nearly Spring"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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But he was a young man, and the song of the lark made him blissfully happy, stirring the old longing that had accompanied him from Hammont. He felt as if someone were walking behind him with light footsteps, calling his name softly and tenderly.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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When he stopped and turned to listen the voice stopped calling out, but when he turned back he felt the presence behind him again, as if it were trying to play a trick on him.<\/p>\nHans Grimm, “Schlump.” 1928<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

They turned All Quiet On The Western Front into a Netflix movie, but the year before it was published, Schlump was out in print. It’s similar but not the same, about someone a lot younger than me now, who had the misfortune to be born just before my grandfather’s time and in a different country, so ending up in a trench in France with people like my grandfather, country boys from another country, trying to kill him every day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t know how that time was. But I’ve had the same feeling sometimes, that something young and happy is looking after me, but only when you’re out of doors, alone, in the sunlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And as soon as you stop to think, ‘So what actually is<\/em> that?’ then it’s gone. I used to know it would be back. This cold, sodden, windy Spring it’s going to be a long time coming.<\/p>\n

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