“... cowboys who inhabited them. The poem was published in English in a great translation by Walter Owen in 1935: And on the spot like two mad bulls Into each other we tore; The man was quick, but a bit too rash, And a backhand slash soon settled his hash, And I left him grunting and thrashing about, With his tripes all over the floor. ‘The figure of the ...”

“... going. In my twenties, as a literature student, I read and acquired the obvious classics: Graves, Owen, Sassoon, Remarque, Barbusse, Brittain, Fussell. But I had lots of other fads and hobbies going too: opera, Baroque painting, Kurosawa films, the Titanic, the Romanovs, trashy lesbian novels. Sometimes my preoccupations overlapped: I became fascinated, for ...”