Ernie

“Everywhere around the forts shell craters had broken up the ground, and at the Dardanos, a little further downstream on the Asiatic shore, the hillsides were pitted and scarred like the surface of the moon. Coins and pieces of pottery which had lain in the earth since classical times had been flung up into the air.”
― Alan Moorehead, Gallipoli

“As July ran out both sides settled down to an erratic apprehensive calm, enduring the same blistering sun, the same plague of flies and infected dust, the same ant-like existence in the ground. The Allies waited for the Turks to issue forth from the hills; the Turks waited for the Allies to come up to meet them. It was all very old and very new, a twentieth-century revival of the interminable siege. The Turks had a trench and a machine-gun post among Schliemann’s excavations on the site of Troy. CHAPTER TWELVE THE”
― Alan Moorehead, Gallipoli

“Man,” I cried, “how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom! Cease; you know not what it is you say.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein

“For that matter, what can a first impression tell us about anyone? Why, no more than a chord can tell us about Beethoven, or a brushstroke about Botticelli.”
― Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow