Collage 495

'We walk on for a long time. Kropp has calmed himself; we understand, he saw red; out there every man gets like that sometime.
"What has Kantorek written to you?" Muller asks him.
He laughs. "We are the Iron Youth."
We all three smile bitterly, Kropp rails: he is glad that he can speak.
Yes, that's the way they think, these hundred thousand Kantoreks! Iron Youth!
Youth! We are none of us more than twenty years old. But young? That is long ago. We are old folk.'
-from p. 18 of All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque

There was a story published in today's Boston Globe about Team Tolstoy and our trip to Yasnaya Polyana. Read more here!



Lynn Waskelis
from page 245-246, volume 2 of original text
collage, cotton mesh
made 4/29/11
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 798-800