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The other big event of that year was the outbreak of the Second World War, but for the moment, that did not affect me. Andromache led the lamentation of the women, while she held in her hands the head of Hector, her great warrior:. Our child is still but a little fellow, child of ill-fated parents, you and me. How can he grow up to manhood?

Before that, this city shall be overthrown. For you are gone, you who kept watch over it, and kept safe its wives and their little ones Your hands were not stretched out to me as you lay dying. You spoke to me no living word that I might have pondered as my tears fell night and day. What accounts for Unreliable Memoirs being the best memoir in the world?

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And by that I mean no backhand compliment. But do not blame Clive. His book trails none of the stink of the up-to-date memoir.