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A section I found deeply moving and beautifully written was the section in which Vera describes her psychological meltdown following the death of Roland.
I think, too, that her lover also had something of the devastating disillusion of the patriotic nobility of War that we see in Sassoon and Owen. I somehow doubt that the poetry of Rupert Brook would hold the same splendour for him or Vera that it did early in the conflict.
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