Parry Truscott

“ No one to work for now but just 'erself, then?"
"War be an awful thing, it seems, for raisin' the wicked passions in peaceful men. Keyser, Geyser—whatever 'e calls 'isself—and our old Doctor... it be all the same." ”

“ Uphill all the way to our place, it is, an' Pleeeeman 'e fair lost is wind. Pleeceman 'e look very fierce—'tis the uniform as does it, you don't deceive me. Pleeceman 'e says, 'That's right, my fine fellow; you sit at 'ome in your easy-chair,' 'e says, snoring o' nights on your feather bed, while the brave chaps as is gone to the front lie on planks o' wood an' eat their soup without so much as a spoon, for the sake o' them who won't bestir theirselves though the trumpet calls."" ”

“ An' it's 'im for 'isself an' the rest for theirselves, from what I can see."
"This war seems to take people out of their true selves, makin' of 'em ravenin' beasts."
"Men, too, as otherwise acts quiet an' well-meanin' enough. You 'eard what Doctor done?"
"What 'e done?"
"Not to old Sally's son, Jim?" ”