'To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas…'
And to my brothers and sisters, namely Eugene, Alexander, Ann-Marie, Mary, Joseph, and Peter, with love
Marian had just caught the far-off sound of the train. She looked eagerly, and in a few moments saw it approaching. The front of the engine blackened nearer and nearer, coming on with a dread force and speed. A blinding rush, and there burst against the bridge a great volley of sunlit steam. Milvain and his companion ran to the opposite parapet, but already the whole train had emerged, and in a few seconds, it had disappeared round a sharp curve. The leafy branches that grew out over the line swayed violently backwards and forwards in the perturbed air.
'If I were ten years younger,' said Jasper, laughing, 'I should say that was jolly! It inspirits me. It makes me eager to go back and plunge into the fight again.'
– George Gissing, New Grub Street
frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines have in them like big giants and the water rolling all over and out of them all sides like the end of Loves old sweet sonnnng the poor men that have to be out all the night from their wives and families in those roasting engines
– James Joyce, Ulysses
…the first condition of right thought is right sensation – the first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it…
– T. S. Eliot, 'Rudyard Kipling'