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That alertness, the complete inability to relax, was the least part of the trenches' legacy. My sister was very shocked to see me in the middle of the night. He was delighted with the way Karl worked; his intense concentration, faultless observation, his swift absorption of everything he was told. Even as he stood with her there was a feeling that she was not really there; t
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