Pirmdienas teikums #142

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Pirmdienas teikumā izceļu teikumu no tā, ko pašlaik lasu vai nesen esmu lasījis.

Whenever the poets sing a tale of battle they always insist that no enemy escapes unless the poet himself happens to be part of the fight when he alone escapes. It is strange that.

Bernard Cornwell – The Lords of the North (The Saxon Stories #3)

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