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sameness of the stars. Even the unvarying monotony of the sound is such to fill the ears with a sense of effortless immobility.
Only man sounds the discord. He like Galleo cares for none of these things & thus continues to make his pitiful little clamour & cannot realise how diminutive & of little account he appears.
I have just caught a flea which has mercifully stopped me wasting valuable paper on subjects which a common trooper is not supposed to realise much less to appreciate. His place is with the fleas in the dust and – under the dust.

Monday 11th
9 p.m.
A tremendous bombardment & fusillade of rifle fire has just broken out. It sounds as if we or the Turks have attacked or raided or something. I suppose we shall hear what it was about tomorrow.

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