Good-bye to All that: An Autobiography - Robert Graves - Google Books Good-bye to All that: An Autobiography 1 Review "The objects of this autobiography, written at the age of thirty-three, are simple enough: an opportunity for a formal good-bye to you and to you and to you and to me and to all that; forgetfulness, because once all this has been settled in my mind and written down and published it need never be thought about again; money". Thus begins Robert Graves's classic 1929 autobiography with its searing account of life in the trenches of the First World War; and yet this opening passage, together with much significant material, has been unavailable since 1957, when a middle-aged Graves totally revised his text, robbing it of the painfully raw edge that had helped to make it an international bestseller. By 1957 major changes in his private life had taken place. Graves was no longer living with the American poet Laura Riding, under whose influence and in whose honor the original had been written.

By cutting out all references to Riding, by deleting passages which revealed the mental strains under which he had labored, and by meticulously editing the entire text, Graves destroyed most of what had made it so powerful but also removed it from the only context in which it could be fully understood. We are pleased to offer the original 1929 edition on the occasion of Graves's 100th anniversary, edited and annotated by Robert Graves's nephew and biographer, whose lucid introduction greatly enhances its value. Good-Bye to All That | autobiography by Graves | Britannica.com Good-Bye to All That Confessions of an English Opium-Eater Good-Bye to All That, autobiography by Robert Graves , published in 1929 and revised in 1957. It is considered a classic of the disillusioned postwar generation. Divided into anecdotal scenes and satiric episodes, Good-Bye to All That is infused with a dark humour. It chronicles the author’s experiences as a student at Charterhouse School in London and as a teenaged soldier in France during World War I , where he sustained severe wounds in combat. For about a decade after the war, Graves suffered from shell shock.

His memoir continues after the war with descriptions of his life in Wales, at the University of Oxford , and in Egypt. Learn More in these related articles: Robert Graves July 24, 1895 London, England December 7, 1985 Deyá, Majorca, Spain English poet, novelist, critic, and classical scholar who carried on many of the formal traditions of English verse in a period of experimentation. His more than 120 books also include a notable historical novel, I, Claudius... in history of Europe: The shock of World War I ...had blocked that future was war—“The Great War,” as its stunned contemporaries called it. Not for nothing did the poet and novelist Robert Graves call his 1929 war reminiscences Good-bye to All That. He was bidding farewell to his prewar schooldays and to his first marriage; but what stuck in the minds of his readers was the cause of the leave-taking—the horror of...

in English literature: The literature of World War I and the interwar period ...manner was echoed by the dramatist Noël Coward in The Vortex (1924), which established his reputation; by the poet Robert Graves in his autobiography, Good-Bye to All That (1929); and by the poet Richard Aldington in his Death of a Hero (1929), a semiautobiographical novel of prewar bohemian London and the trenches.... More about Good-Bye to All That 3 References found in Britannica Articles Assorted References Corrections? Updates? Help us improve this article! Contact our editors with your feedback. MEDIA FOR: You have successfully emailed this. Error when sending the email. Try again later. Edit Mode Submit Tips For Editing We welcome suggested improvements to any of our articles. You can make it easier for us to review and, hopefully, publish your contribution by keeping a few points in mind. Encyclopædia Britannica articles are written in a neutral objective tone for a general audience. You may find it helpful to search within the site to see how similar or related subjects are covered. Any text you add should be original, not copied from other sources.

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Close Article Title: Good-Bye to All That Website Name: Encyclopædia Britannica Date Published: November 29, 2016 URL: Access Date: January 17, 2017 Share Goodbye to All That : Robert Graves : 9781571810212 Goodbye to All That By (author) Robert Graves , Volume editor Richard Perceval Graves Share Try AbeBooks Description "The objects of this autobiography, written at the age of thirty-three, are simple enough: an opportunity for a formal good-bye to you and to you and to you and to me and to all that; forgetfulness, because once all this has been settled in my mind and written down and published it need never be thought about again; money." Thus begins Robert Graves' classic 1929 autobiography with its searing account of life in the trenches of World War One; and yet this opening passage, together with much significant material, has been unavailable since 1957, when a middle-aged Graves totally revised his text, robbing it of the painfully raw edge that had helped to make it an international bestseller.

By 1957 major changes in his private life had taken place. Graves was no longer living with Laura Riding, under whose influence and in whose honor the original had been written. By cutting out all references to Riding, by deleting passages which revealed the mental strains under which he had labored, and by meticulously editing the entire text, Graves destroyed most of what he had made so powerful but also removed from it the only context in which it could be fully understood. We are pleased to offer the original 1929 edition, edited and annotated by Robert Graves's nephew and biographer, whose lucid introduction greatly enhances its value. show more Product details 152.4 x 218.44 x 30.48mm | 521.63g Publication date New ed of 1929 ed Illustrations note Goodbye to All That by Robert Graves · OverDrive: eBooks, audiobooks and videos for libraries Biography & Autobiography Nonfiction In 1929 Robert Graves went to live abroad permanently, vowing 'never to make England my home again'.

This is his superb account of his life up until that 'bitter leave-taking': from his childhood and desperately unhappy school days at Charterhouse, to his time serving as a young officer in the First World War that was to haunt him throughout his life. It also contains memorable encounters with fellow writers and poets, including Siegfried Sassoon and Thomas Hardy, and covers his increasingly unhappy marriage to Nancy Nicholson. Goodbye to All That, with its vivid, harrowing descriptions of the Western Front, is a classic war document, and also has immense value as one of the most candid self-portraits of an artist ever written. Canada, Australia, United Kingdom, Thailand Format Adobe EPUB eBook 2.4 MB Robert Graves (Author) Robert Graves was born in 1895 in Wimbledon. He went from school to the First World War, where he became a captain in the Royal Welch Fusiliers and was seriously wounded at the Battle of the Somme. He wrote his autobiography, Goodbye to All That, ... Robert Graves - Wikiquote Robert Graves Dwell on her graciousness , dwell on her smiling , Do not forget what flowers The great boar trampled down in ivy time...

Robert Ranke Graves ( 24 July 1895 – 7 December 1985 ) was a prolific English poet, scholar and novelist. He is most famous for his autobiographical work Goodbye to All That , and works on classical themes and mythology, such as I, Claudius , The Greek Myths and The White Goddess . His father was Alfred Perceval Graves . See also: Quotes[ edit ] The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he is really very good — in spite of all the people who say he is very good. Though philosophers like to define poetry as irrational fancy, for us it is practical, humorous , reasonable way of being ourselves. To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession. Reply to questionnaire, "The Cost of Letters" in Horizon (September 1946). I believe that every English poet should read the English classics, master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them, travel abroad, experience the horror of sordid passion and — if he is lucky enough — know the love of an honest woman. Lecture at Oxford as quoted in Time (15 December 1961).

Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists; though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the language of science . "Mammon" an address at the London School of Economics (6 December 1963); published in Mammon and the Black Goddess (1965). The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he is really very good — in spite of all the people who say he is very good. Quoted in The Observer [London] (6 December 1964). A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end. The Paris Review, "Writers at Work: 4th series," interview with Peter Buckman and William Fifield (1969). Philosophy is antipoetic. Philosophize about mankind and you brush aside individual uniqueness, which a poet cannot do without self-damage. Unless, for a start, he has a strong personal rhythm to vary his metrics, he is nothing . Poets mistrust philosophy.

They know that once the heads are counted, each owner of a head loses his personal identity and becomes a number in some government scheme: if not as a slave or serf, at least as a party to the device of majority voting , which smothers personal views. "The Case for Xanthippe" in The Crane Bag (1969). Abstract reason , formerly the servant of practical human reasons, has everywhere become its master, and denies poetry any excuse for existence. Though philosophers like to define poetry as irrational fancy, for us it is practical, humorous, reasonable way of being ourselves. Of never acquiescing in a fraud; of never accepting the secondary-rate in poetry, painting, music, love, friends. Of safeguarding our poetic institutions against the encroachments of mechanized, insensate, inhumane, abstract rationality. "The Case for Xanthippe" in The Crane Bag (1969). Even nowadays an archaic sense of love-innocence recurs, however briefly, among most young men and women.

Some few of these, who become poets, remain in love for the rest of their lives, watching the world with a detachment unknown to lawyers, politicians, financiers, and all other ministers of that blind and irresponsible successor to matriarchy and patriarchy — the mechanarchy. Introduction Poems about Love (1969). Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert -folk That listened wondering . Merciful as constant, constant as various, So be mine, as I yours for ever To the much-tossed Ulysses, never done With woman whether gowned as wife or whore, Penelope and Circe seemed as one.. They multiplied into the Sirens' throng, Forewarned by fear of whom he stood bound fast Hand and foot helpless to the vessel's mast... War was return of earth to ugly earth... Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon The trivial skirmish fought near Marathon. There is one story and one story only That will prove worth your telling. We forget cruelty and past betrayal , Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall. Trench stinks of shallow buried dead Where Tom stands at the periscope, Tired out.

After nine months he’s shed All fear, all faith, all hate, all hope. "Through the Periscope" (1915) [first published in 1988] Christ of His gentleness Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk That listened wondering. "In the Wilderness," lines 1-6, from Over the Brazier (1916), Part I: Poems Written Mostly at Charterhouse 1910-1914. His eyes are quickened so with grief, He can watch a grass or leaf Every instant grow; he can Clearly through a flint wall see, Or watch the startled spirit flee From the throat of a dead man. "Lost Love," lines 1-6, from Treasure Box (1919). There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility. "The Cool Web," lines 9–12, from Poems 1914-1926 (1927).

As you are woman, so be lovely: As you are lovely, so be various, Merciful as constant, constant as various, So be mine, as I yours for ever. "Pygmalion to Galatea" from Poems 1914-1926 (1927). Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark — a shining space With the grave ’s narrowness, though not its peace. "Sick Love," lines 10–12, from Poems 1929. Children, if you dare to think Of the greatness, rareness, muchness, Fewness of this precious only Endless world in which you say You live, you think of things like this: Blocks of slate enclosing dappled Red and green, enclosing tawny Yellow nets, enclosing white And black acres of dominoes, Where a neat brown paper parcel Tempts you to untie the string. "Warning to Children," lines 1–11, from Poems 1929 (1929). Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame That at the whisper of Love’s name, Or Beauty’s, presto!

up you raise Your angry head and stand at gaze? "Down, Wanton, Down!," lines 1-4, from Poems 1930-1933 (1933). To the much-tossed Ulysses, never done With woman whether gowned as wife or whore, Penelope and Circe seemed as one: She like a whore made his lewd fancies run, And wifely she a hero to him bore. "Ulysses" from Poems 1930-1933 (1933). They multiplied into the Sirens' throng, Forewarned by fear of whom he stood bound fast Hand and foot helpless to the vessel's mast, Yet would not stop his ears: daring their song He groaned and sweated till that shore was past. One, two and many: flesh had made him blind, Flesh had one pleasure only in the act, Flesh set one purpose only in the mind — Triumph of flesh and afterwards to find Still those same terrors wherewith flesh was racked.

"Ulysses," lines 16–20, from Poems 1930-1933 (1933). His wiles were witty and his fame far known, Every king's daughter sought him for her own, Yet he was nothing to be won or lost. All lands to him were Ithaca: love-tossed He loathed the fraud, yet would not bed alone. "Ulysses" from Poems 1930-1933 (1933) Sigh then, or frown, but leave (as in despair) Motive and end and moral in the air; Nice contradiction between fact and fact Will make the whole read human and exact. "The Devil’s Advice to Story-tellers," lines 19–22, from Collected Poems 1938 (1938). Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.

"Recalling War," lines 1–6, from Collected Poems 1938 (1938). What, then, was war? No mere discord of flags But an infection of the common sky That sagged ominously upon the earth. "Recalling War," lines 11–13, from Collected Poems 1938 (1938). War was return of earth to ugly earth, War was foundering of sublimities, Extinction of each happy art and faith By which the world had still kept head in air. "Recalling War," lines 31–34, from Collected Poems 1938 (1938). Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon The trivial skirmish fought near Marathon. "The Persian Version," lines 1–2, from Poems 1938-1945: Satires and Grotesques (1946). There is one story and one story only That will prove worth your telling, Whether as learned bard or gifted child; To it all lines or lesser guards belong That startle with their shining Such common stories as they stray into.

"To Juan at the Winter Solstice" from Poems 1938-1945 (1946). Water to water, ark again to ark, From woman back to woman: So each new victim treads unfalteringly The never altered circuit of his fate, Bringing twelve peers as witness Both to this starry rise and starry fall. "To Juan at the Winter Solstice" from Poems 1938-1945 (1946). She in left hand bears a leafy quince; When with her right she crooks a finger, smiling, How may the King hold back? Royally then he barters life for love. "To Juan at the Winter Solstice" from Poems 1938-1945 (1946). Fear in your heart cries to the loving-cup: Sorrow to sorrow as the sparks fly upward. The log groans and confesses There is one story and one story only. "To Juan at the Winter Solstice" from Poems 1938-1945 (1946).

Dwell on her graciousness, dwell on her smiling, Do not forget what flowers The great boar trampled down in ivy time. Her brow was creamy as the crested wave, Her sea-blue eyes were wild But nothing promised that is not performed. "To Juan at the Winter Solstice," lines 37–42, from Poems 1938-1945 (1946). All saints revile her, and all sober men Ruled by the God Apollo's golden mean — In scorn of which we sailed to find her In distant regions likeliest to hold her Whom we desired above all things to know, Sister of the mirage and echo. "The White Goddess," lines 1–6, from Poems and Satires (1951). But we are gifted, even in November, Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense Of her nakedly worn magnificence We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall. "The White Goddess," lines 18–22, from Poems and Satires (1951). Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason.

"Symptoms of Love," lines 1-3, from More Poems (1961). Take courage, lover! Could you endure such pain At any hand but hers? "Symptoms of Love" from More Poems (1961). Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)[ edit ] The holiest, cruellest pains I feel, Die stillborn, because old men squeal For something new: "Write something new: We've read this poem — that one too, And twelve more like 'em yesterday"? "To An Ungentle Critic" It doesn't matter what's the cause, What wrong they say we're righting, A curse for treaties, bonds and laws , When we're to do the fighting ! It doesn't matter what's the cause, What wrong they say we're righting, A curse for treaties, bonds and laws, When we're to do the fighting! "To Lucasta on Going to the War — For the Fourth Time" Let statesmen bluster, bark and bray, And so decide who started This bloody war , and who's to pay...

Let statesmen bluster, bark and bray, And so decide who started This bloody war, and who's to pay, But he must be stout-hearted, Must sit and stake with quiet breath, Playing at cards with Death. Don't plume yourself he fights for you; It is no courage, love, or hate, But let us do the things we do; It's pride that makes the heart be great; It is not anger, no, nor fear — Lucasta he's a Fusilier, And his pride keeps him here. "To Lucasta on Going to the War — For the Fourth Time" The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, and all 's poetry with him. The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all's poetry with him. "Babylon" None of all the magic hosts, none remain but a few ghosts of timorous heart , to linger on weeping for lost Babylon... Wisdom made him old and wary Banishing the Lords of Faery .

Wisdom made a breach and battered Babylon to bits: she scattered To the hedges and ditches All our nursery gnomes and witches. "Babylon". Robin, and Red Riding Hood Take together to the wood, And Sir Galahad lies hid In a cave with Captain Kidd. None of all the magic hosts, None remain but a few ghosts Of timorous heart, to linger on Weeping for lost Babylon. You'll find me buried, living -dead In these verses that you've read . New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return. When a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain , When you know the dream is true And lovely , with no flaw nor stain, O then, be careful , or with sudden clutch You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. "A Pinch of Salt". Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger, let it seem Small matter if he come or stay; But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. "A Pinch of Salt".

Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken smoulders still Among boulders on the hill, Far too bright to seem quite dead. But old Death, who can't forget, Waits his time and watches yet, Waits and watches by the door. "The Cottage". When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I know well, I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell! "When I'm Killed". So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read. "When I'm Killed" Always get their heart 's desire ... Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their heart's desire... "I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child".

Every fairy child may keep Two strong ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild — I'd love to be a Fairy's child. "I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child". Another War soon gets begun, A dirtier, a more glorious one; Then, boys, you'll have to play, all in; It's the cruellest team will win. So hold your nose against the stink And never stop too long to think. Wars don't change except in name; The next one must go just the same, And new foul tricks unguessed before Will win and justify this War. "The Next War". Kaisers and Czars will strut the stage Once more with pomp and greed and rage; Courtly ministers will stop At home and fight to the last drop; By the million men will die In some new horrible agony... "The Next War". With a fork drive Nature out, She will ever yet return; Hedge the flowerbed all about, Pull or stab or cut or burn, She will ever yet return. "Marigolds".

New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return. "Marigolds". Let Cupid smile and the fiend must flee; Hey and hither, my lad. "Love and Black Magic" Country Sentiment (1920)[ edit ] Now I begin to know at last, these nights when I sit down to rhyme, The form and measure of that vast God we call Poetry , he who stoops and leaps me through his paper hoops a little higher every time . I do not love the Sabbath, The soapsuds and the starch, The troops of solemn people Who to Salvation march. I take my book, I take my stick On the Sabbath day, In woody nooks and valleys I hide myself away. To ponder there in quiet God's Universal Plan, Resolved that church and Sabbath Were never made for man. "The Boy out of Church". Now I begin to know at last, These nights when I sit down to rhyme, The form and measure of that vast God we call Poetry, he who stoops And leaps me through his paper hoops A little higher every time. "The God Called Poetry".

He is older than the seas, Older than the plains and hills, And older than the light that spills From the sun's hot wheel on these. He wakes the gale that tears your trees, He sings to you from window sills. "The God Called Poetry". Riding on the shell and shot. He smites you down, he succours you, And where you seek him, he is not. "The God Called Poetry". He first taught lovers how to kiss, He brings down sunshine after shower, Thunder and hate are his also, He is YES and he is NO. "The God Called Poetry" Then speaking from his double head The glorious fearful monster said "I am YES and I am NO, Black as pitch and white as snow, Love me, hate me, reconcile Hate with love, perfect with vile, So equal justice shall be done And life shared between moon and sun. Nature for you shall curse or smile: A poet you shall be, my son." "The God Called Poetry". Lovers to-day and for all time Preserve the meaning of my rhyme: Love is not kindly nor yet grim But does to you as you to him.

"Advice To Lovers" Down on his knees he sinks, the stiff-necked King, Stoops and kneels and grovels, chin to the mud. Then all you lovers have good heed Vex not young Love in word or deed: Love never leaves an unpaid debt, He will not pardon nor forget. "Advice To Lovers". Down on his knees he sinks, the stiff-necked King, Stoops and kneels and grovels, chin to the mud. Out from his changed heart flutter on startled wing The fancy birds of his Pride, Honour, Kinglihood. He crawls, he grunts, he is beast-like, frogs and snails His diet, and grass, and water with hand for cup. He herds with brutes that have hooves and horns and tails, He roars in his anger, he scratches, he looks not up. "Nebuchadnezzar's Fall" Though I am a poor old man Worth very little, At peace in the sun , I do not fret nor much regret That my work is done.

I am an old man With my bones very brittle, Though I am a poor old man Worth very little, Yet I suck at my long pipe At peace in the sun, I do not fret nor much regret That my work is done. "Brittle Bones". If I were a young man And young was my Lily, A smart girl, a bold young man, Both of us silly. And though from time before I knew She'd stab me with pain, Though well I knew she'd not be true, I'd love her again. If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, I'd store up no virtue For Heaven's distant plain, I'd live at ease as I did please And sin once again. And what of home — how goes it, boys, While we die here in stench and noise? "Country At War" Kill if you must , but never hate : Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight .

Where nature with accustomed round Sweeps and garnishes the ground With kindly beauty, warm or cold — Alternate seasons never old: Heathen, how furiously you rage, Cursing this blood and brimstone age, How furiously against your will You kill and kill again, and kill: All thought of peace behind you cast, Till like small boys with fear aghast, Each cries for God to understand, 'I could not help it, it was my hand.'" "Country At War" Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike. Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight. "Hate Not, Fear Not". Hate is a fear, and fear is rot That cankers root and fruit alike, Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike. "Hate Not, Fear Not". Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys Are here discreetly blent; Admire, you ladies, read, you boys, My Country Sentiment.

Hate and Fear are not wanted here, Nor Toys nor Country Lovers, Everything they took from my new poem book But the flyleaf and the covers. "A First Review" Goodbye to All That (1929)[ edit ] Having now been in the trenches for five months, I had passed my prime. Graves' autobiography is famous for its vivid account of life in the trenches in the First World War (1914–18). James Burford, collier and fitter, was the oldest soldier of all. When I first spoke to him in the trenches, he said: "Excuse me, sir, will you explain what this here arrangement is on the side of my rifle?" "That's the safety catch. Didn't you do a musketry-course at the depôt?" "No, sir, I was a re-enlisted man, and I spent only a fortnight there. The old Lee-Metford didn't have no safety-catch." I asked him when he had last fired a rifle. "In Egypt in 1882 ," he said. "Weren't you in the South African War ?" "I tried to re-enlist, but they told me I was too old, sir...

My real age is sixty-three." Ch.12. I protested: "But all this is childish. Is there a war on here, or isn't there?" "The Royal Welch don't recognize it socially," he answered. Ch.14 Patriotism , in the trenches, was too remote a sentiment, and at once rejected as fit only for civilians, or prisoners . A new arrival who talked patriotism would soon be told to cut it out. Cuinchy bred rats. They came up from the canal, fed on the plentiful corpses, and multiplied exceedingly. While I stayed here with the Welsh , a new officer joined the company... When he turned in that night, he heard a scuffling, shone his torch on the bed, and found two rats on his blanket tussling for the possession of a severed hand. Ch.14. Having now been in the trenches for five months, I had passed my prime. For the first three weeks, an officer was of little use in the front line... Between three weeks and four weeks he was at his best, unless he happened to have any particular bad shock or sequence of shocks. Then his usefulness gradually declined as neurasthenia developed.

At six months he was still more or less all right; but by nine or ten months, unless he had been given a few weeks' rest on a technical course, or in hospital, he usually became a drag on the other company officers. After a year or fifteen months he was often worse than useless. Ch.16 On being in the trenches in France in 1915. There was a daily exchange of courtesies between our machine guns and the Germans' at stand-to; by removing cartridges from the ammunition-belt one could rap out the rhythm of the familiar prostitutes' call: "MEET me DOWN in PICC-a-DILL-y", to which the Germans would reply, though in slower tempo, because our guns were faster than theirs: "YES, with-OUT my DRAWERS ON!" Ch.16. Patriotism, in the trenches, was too remote a sentiment, and at once rejected as fit only for civilians, or prisoners. A new arrival who talked patriotism would soon be told to cut it out. Ch. 17 It would have been difficult to remain religious in the trenches even if one had survived the irreligion of the training battalion at home.

Hardly one soldier in a hundred was inspired by religious feeling of even the crudest kind. It would have been difficult to remain religious in the trenches even if one had survived the irreligion of the training battalion at home. Ch. 17. Anglican chaplains were remarkably out of touch with their troops. The Second Battalion chaplain, just before the Loos fighting, had preached a violent sermon on the Battle against Sin, at which one old soldier behind me had grumbled: "Christ, as if one bloody push wasn't enough to worry about at a time!" Ch. 17. England looked strange to us returned soldiers. We could not understand the war madness that ran about everywhere, looking for a pseudo-military outlet. The civilians talked a foreign language; and it was newspaper language. Ch. 21. "I got shot in the guts at the Beaumont-Hamel show. It hurt like hell, let me tell you. They took me down to the field-hospital. I was busy dying, but a company-sergeant major had got it in the head, and he was busy dying, too; and he did die. Well, as soon as ever the sergeant-major died, they took out that long gut...

and they put it into me, grafted it on somehow. Wonderful chaps, these medicos! … Well, this sergeant-major seems to have been an abstemious man. The lining of the new gut is much better than my old one; so I'm celebrating it. I only wish I'd borrowed his kidneys, too." Ch.21. Opposite our trenches a German salient protruded, and the brigadier wanted to "bite it off" in proof of the division's offensive spirit. Trench soldiers could never understand the Staff's desire to bite off an enemy salient. It was hardly desirable to be fired at from both flanks; if the Germans had got caught in a salient, our obvious duty was to keep them there as long as they could be persuaded to stay. We concluded that a passion for straight lines, for which headquarters were well known, had dictated this plan, which had no strategic or tactical excuse. Ch.22. Nancy and I were married in January 1918 at St. James's Church, Piccadilly, she being just eighteen, and I twenty-two. George Mallory acted as the best man.

Nancy had read the marriage-service for the first time that morning, and been so disgusted that she all but refused to go through with the wedding, though I had arranged for the ceremony to be modified and reduced to the shortest possible form. Another caricature scene to look back on: myself striding up the red carpet, wearing field-boots, spurs and sword; Nancy meeting me in a blue-check silk wedding-dress, utterly furious; packed benches on either side of the church, full of relatives; aunts using handkerchiefs; the choir boys out of tune; Nancy savagely muttering the responses, myself shouting them in a parade-ground voice. Ch. 25. Shells used to come bursting on my bed at midnight, even though Nancy shared it with me; strangers in daytime would assume the faces of friends who had been killed... I could not use a telephone, I felt sick every time I travelled by train, and to see more than two new people in a single day prevented me from sleeping. Ch.26 On being at home in Harlech in 1919.

During the First World War, the mental effects of war on the fighting men were called shell shock or neurasthenia — or dismissed altogether as cowardice. Graves describes very clearly symptoms of what would now be seen as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder . In the middle of a lecture I would have a sudden very clear experience of men on the march up the Béthune –La Bassée road; the men would be singing... These daydreams persisted like an alternate life and did not leave me until well in 1928. The scenes were nearly always recollections of my first four months in France; the emotion-recording apparatus seems to have failed after Loos . Ch. 27 On studying at Oxford University in 1919. At the end of my first term's work, I attended the usual college board to give an account of myself. The spokesman coughed, and said a little stiffly: "I understand, Mr. Graves, that the essays which you write for your English tutor are, shall I say, a trifle temperamental. It appears, indeed, that you prefer some authors to others." Ch. 27.

Professor Edgeworth, of All Souls', avoided conversational English, persistently using words and phrases that one expects to meet only in books. One evening, Lawrence returned from a visit to London, and Edgeworth met him at the gate. "Was it very caliginous in the metropolis?" "Somewhat caliginous, but not altogether inspissated," Lawrence replied gravely. Ch. 28.

I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus … am now about to write this strange history of my life … I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus … this, that and the other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles), who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as ‘Claudius the [[Idiot]’, or ‘That Claudius’, or ‘Claudius the Stammerer’, or ‘Clau-Clau-Claudius’, or at best as ‘Poor Uncle Claudius’, am now about to write this strange history of my life ; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the ‘golden predicament’ from which I have never since become disentangled. Ch. 1. My tutor I have already mentioned, Marcus Porcius Cato who was, in his own estimation at least, a living embodiment of that ancient Roman virtue which his ancestors had one after the other shown.

He was always boasting of his ancestors , as stupid people do who are aware that they have done nothing themselves to boast about. He boasted particularly of Cato the Censor, who of all characters in Roman history is to me perhaps the most hateful, as having persistently championed the cause of "ancient virtue" and made it identical in the popular mind with churlishness, pedantry and harshness. Ch. 5. Athenodorus used to stroke his beard slowly and rhythmically as he talked, and told me once that it was this that made it grow so luxuriantly. He said that invisible seeds of fire streamed off from his fingers, which were food for the hairs. This was a typical Stoic joke at the expense of Epicurean speculative philosophy. Ch. 5. Postumus was clever: he guessed that this would make Cato angry enough to forget himself. And Cato rose to the bait, shouting out with a string of old-fashioned curses that in the days of his ancestor, whose memory this stammering imp was insulting, woe betide any child who failed in reverence to his elders ; for they dealt out discipline with a heavy hand in those days.

Whereas in these degenerate times the leading men of Rome gave any ignorant oafish lout (this was for Postumus) or any feeble-minded decrepit-limbed little whippersnapper (this was for me) full permission— Postumus interrupted with a warning smile: "So I was right. The degenerate Augustus insults the great Censor by employing you in his degenerate family. I suppose you have told the Lady Livia just how you feel about things?" Ch. 5. The frog-pool wanted a king. Jove sent them Old King Log. I have been as deaf and blind and wooden as a log. The frog-pool wanted a king. Let Jove now send them Young King Stork. Caligula's chief fault: his stork-reign was too brief. My chief fault: I have been far too benevolent. I repaired the ruin my predecessors spread. I reconciled Rome and the world to monarchy again. Rome is fated to bow to another Caesar. Let him be mad, bloody, capricious, wasteful, lustful. King Stork shall prove again the nature of kings. By dulling the blade of tyranny I fell into great error.

By whetting the same blade I might redeem that error. Violent disorders call for violent remedies. Yet I am, I must remember, Old King Log. I shall float inertly in the stagnant pool. Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud hatch out. Ch. 30. Good-Bye to All That: An Autobiography: Amazon.es: R P Graves: Libros en idiomas extranjeros Libros en idiomas extranjeros AÃ±adir a la Lista de deseos Â¿Tienes uno para vender? Volver atrÃ¡s Ir adelante Escuchar Reproduciendo... Interrumpido EstÃ¡s escuchando una muestra de la ediciÃ³n de audio Audible.

Tapa blanda, 28 sep 1995 — DescripciÃ³n del producto Reseña del editor Thus begins Robert Graves' classic 1929 autobiography with its searing account of life in the trenches of the First World War; and yet this opening passage, together with much significant material, has been unavailable since 1957, when a middle-aged Graves totally revised his text,robbing it of the painfully raw edge that had helped to make it an international bestseller. By 1957 major changes in his private life had taken place. Graves was no longer living with Laura Riding, under whose influence and in whose honor the original had been written. By cutting outall references to Riding, by deleting passages which revealed the mental strains under which hehad labored, and by meticulously editing the entire text, Graves destroyed most of what he hadmade so powerful but also removed from it the only context in which it could be fully understood. We are pleased to offer the original 1929 edition on the occasion of Graves 100th anniversary, edited and annotated by Robert Graves's nephew and biographer, whose lucid introduction greatly enhances its value.

Richard Perceval Graves lives in Shrewsbury, Britain, and has published Robert Graves: TheAssault Heroic 1895-1926 (1986). His most recent publication is Richard Hughes (1994) another book on his uncle, Robert Graves and the White Goddess, is scheduled for 1995. No es necesario ningÃºn dispositivo Kindle. DescÃ¡rgate una de las apps de Kindle gratuitas para comenzar a leer libros Kindle en tu smartphone, tablet u ordenador. Apple ObtÃ©n la app gratuita: o Â¿No tienes un Kindle? Consigue un Kindle aquÃ­ o descarga una aplicaciÃ³n de lectura Kindle GRATUITA.

Detalles del producto Tapa blanda: 404 pÃ¡ginas Editor: Berghahn Books; EdiciÃ³n: annotated edition (28 de septiembre de 1995) Idioma: InglÃ©s ISBN-13: 978-1571810229 ValoraciÃ³n media de los clientes: Â¿Quieres actualizar la informaciÃ³n sobre un producto o dar tu opiniÃ³n sobre las imÃ¡genes ? Amazon Premium: EnvÃ­o 1 dÃ­a GRATIS y mucho mÃ¡s Los clientes Premium disfrutan de EnvÃ­o 1 dÃ­a GRATIS en mÃ¡s de un millÃ³n de productos, Acceso Prioritario a Amazon BuyVIP y Ofertas flash, Almacenamiento de fotos gratis e ilimitado y acceso a las series Amazon Originals, entre otras pelÃ­culas y series. Por Cliente Amazon en 8 de diciembre de 2015 Formato: Tapa blanda Compra verificada Este libro es indispensable para entender la la vida del maestro Robert Graves.

Recomiendo su lectura a todos aquéllos que estén interesados en el autor. Â¿Esta opiniÃ³n te ha parecido Ãºtil? SÃ­ No Enviando comentario... Gracias por tu opiniÃ³n. Lo sentimos, no hemos podido registrar tu voto. Vuelva a intentarlo Amazon.com: 4.4 de un mÃ¡ximo de 5 estrellas 156 opiniones 176 de 182 personas piensan que la opiniÃ³n es Ãºtil 2.0 de un mÃ¡ximo de 5 estrellas Pay Attention to the Editions, There are some notable differences 30 de noviembre de 2011 Por Robert O'Matic - Publicado en Amazon.com Formato: Tapa blanda Compra verificada There were two editions of this Robert Graves Classic: "Goodbye to All That" made by the author during his lifetime. The first came out in the 20s and was raw and popular and controversial.

The second came out in the 50s and was somewhat bowdlerized by the author, because several of the people involved were still alive. His nephew oversaw an edition in 1995 which explained some of the reasons for the changed second edition and restored some of the original material. If you pay attention to details, find out which edition you are getting. I have downrated this edition because it is the second. I purchased the Richard Perceval Graves version off of Amazon about a year ago. If this is too nitpicky for you, the second edition is still very good, it is missing some interesting material however, particularly the opening poem by Laura Riding and Graves' interesting dedication to her at the end of the book. 5 de 5 personas piensan que la opiniÃ³n es Ãºtil 5.0 de un mÃ¡ximo de 5 estrellas A classic 30 de mayo de 2013 Por Aussie Bruce - Publicado en Amazon.com Formato: VersiÃ³n Kindle Compra verificada I have read this many times over the years.

A priceless part of the First World War library on why a generation of civilised mankind went off to slaughter each other. All the more readable because of the writing skill of a distinguished author. Then as now young men go off to war for excitement, adventure and escape from the mundane. They stay entrapped in the protracted stinking bloody awfulness because of loyalty to their comrades, not because of lofty ideals sprouted by politicians and the clergy. This book brilliantly illustrates that timeless truism, right down to the sense of the aggrieved victim after their return to the mundane following their traumatic experiences. War memoirs inevitably follow this pattern, with varying degrees of resentment, right up to the conflicts of today. 5 de 5 personas piensan que la opiniÃ³n es Ãºtil 4.0 de un mÃ¡ximo de 5 estrellas Life in the trenches 25 de noviembre de 2012 Por Erez Davidi - Publicado en Amazon.com Formato: Tapa blanda Compra verificada "Goodbye to All That" is rather well known as one the best first-hand accounts of WWI.

It does a remarkable job in telling of the daily life in the trenches, and also succeeds fairly well in conveying the terrible routine in the trenches. Life was not without drama in the trenches. Perhaps the most notable moment was when Graves was left to die, and his family was indeed notified that their son has been killed, even though in the end he managed to recover. It is rather well known that the fighting in the trenches was especially difficult, yet "Goodbye to All That" helps to understand and appreciate what it actually meant. The lion's share of the book concentrates on WWI; however, I found the first part of the book, which chiefly deals with Graves upbringing and the life of the upper class in England in the pre- WWI period, fascinating. This book is often praised for its detailed descriptions of the trenches. However, in my opinion, it is not praised often enough for its vivid picture of life in the upper classes in England. 1 de 1 personas piensan que la opiniÃ³n es Ãºtil 5.0 de un mÃ¡ximo de 5 estrellas Note that the book is not all about WW1 and there are a few chapters about life pre and post war - very enjoyable.

31 de julio de 2014 Por Mr. C. A. Lachman - Publicado en Amazon.com Formato: VersiÃ³n Kindle Compra verificada "Goodbye to All That" is a fantastic book and well worth reading. If you have been reading WW1 history then this book should be on your list. Recently I have read "The Guns of August" and "The Proud Tower" both by Tuchman. Then "Catastrophe" by Hastings and finally "Testament of Youth" by Brittain. Both "Testament of Youth" and "Goodbye to All That" were written shortly after WW1 and describe the conflict from a human perspective - written by people who were there in the thick of it. "Testament of Youth" was a tad introspective but essential reading nevertheless. I subsequently purchased the 1970's DVD series by the same name which was also great. I think that all of these books are wonderful reading and bring WW1 to life. However if you want to find out about WW1 and don't have a lot of time - then my suggestion is "The Guns of August" and "Goodbye to All That".

Having German heritage I suppose I should also read "All Quiet on The Western Front !" Finally after reading all these books you realise that not many people are reading history or at least taking any note of it. The war to end all wars was shortly followed by WW2 and on it goes ............ Anyway read "Goodbye to All That" you will laugh and cry ! 1 de 1 personas piensan que la opiniÃ³n es Ãºtil Good-Bye to All That: An Autobiography: Amazon.it: Robert Graves, Richard Perceval Graves: Libri in altre lingue Libri in altre lingue Passa al retro Passa al fronte Ascolta Riproduzione in corso... In pausa Stai ascoltando un campione dell'edizione audio udibile. Good-Bye to All That: An Autobiography (Inglese) Copertina rigida – 31 dic 1994 di Robert Graves (Autore), Richard Perceval Graves (a cura di) 4,4 su 5 stelle Non Ã¨ necessario possedere un dispositivo Kindle.

Scarica una delle app Kindle gratuite per iniziare a leggere i libri Kindle sul tuo smartphone, tablet e computer. Apple Per scaricare una app gratuita, inserisci il numero di cellulare. oppure Non hai un Kindle? Scopri Kindle , oppure scarica l'applicazione di lettura Kindle GRATUITA. Dettagli prodotto Editore: Berghahn Books; New ed of 1929 ed edizione (31 dicembre 1994) Lingua: Inglese Media recensioni: Recensisci per primo questo articolo Garanzia e recesso: Se vuoi restituire un prodotto entro 30 giorni dal ricevimento perchÃ© hai cambiato idea, consulta la nostra pagina d'aiuto sul Diritto di Recesso . Se hai ricevuto un prodotto difettoso o danneggiato consulta la nostra pagina d'aiuto sulla Garanzia Legale . Per informazioni specifiche sugli acquisti effettuati su Marketplace consulta… Maggiori informazioni la nostra pagina d'aiuto su Resi e rimborsi per articoli Marketplace .

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His nephew oversaw an edition in 1995 which explained some of the reasons for the changed second edition and restored some of the original material. If you pay attention to details, find out which edition you are getting. I have downrated this edition because it is the second. I purchased the Richard Perceval Graves version off of Amazon about a year ago. If this is too nitpicky for you, the second edition is still very good, it is missing some interesting material however, particularly the opening poem by Laura Riding and Graves' interesting dedication to her at the end of the book. 5 di 5 persone hanno trovato utile la seguente recensione 5.0 su 5 stelle A classic 30 maggio 2013 Di Aussie Bruce - Pubblicato su Amazon.com Formato: Formato Kindle Acquisto verificato I have read this many times over the years. A priceless part of the First World War library on why a generation of civilised mankind went off to slaughter each other. All the more readable because of the writing skill of a distinguished author. Then as now young men go off to war for excitement, adventure and escape from the mundane.

They stay entrapped in the protracted stinking bloody awfulness because of loyalty to their comrades, not because of lofty ideals sprouted by politicians and the clergy. This book brilliantly illustrates that timeless truism, right down to the sense of the aggrieved victim after their return to the mundane following their traumatic experiences. War memoirs inevitably follow this pattern, with varying degrees of resentment, right up to the conflicts of today. 5 di 5 persone hanno trovato utile la seguente recensione 4.0 su 5 stelle Life in the trenches 25 novembre 2012 Di Erez Davidi - Pubblicato su Amazon.com Formato: Copertina flessibile Acquisto verificato "Goodbye to All That" is rather well known as one the best first-hand accounts of WWI. It does a remarkable job in telling of the daily life in the trenches, and also succeeds fairly well in conveying the terrible routine in the trenches. Life was not without drama in the trenches. Perhaps the most notable moment was when Graves was left to die, and his family was indeed notified that their son has been killed, even though in the end he managed to recover.

It is rather well known that the fighting in the trenches was especially difficult, yet "Goodbye to All That" helps to understand and appreciate what it actually meant. The lion's share of the book concentrates on WWI; however, I found the first part of the book, which chiefly deals with Graves upbringing and the life of the upper class in England in the pre- WWI period, fascinating. This book is often praised for its detailed descriptions of the trenches. However, in my opinion, it is not praised often enough for its vivid picture of life in the upper classes in England. 1 di 1 persone hanno trovato utile la seguente recensione 5.0 su 5 stelle Note that the book is not all about WW1 and there are a few chapters about life pre and post war - very enjoyable. 31 luglio 2014 Di Mr. C. A. Lachman - Pubblicato su Amazon.com Formato: Formato Kindle Acquisto verificato "Goodbye to All That" is a fantastic book and well worth reading. If you have been reading WW1 history then this book should be on your list.

Recently I have read "The Guns of August" and "The Proud Tower" both by Tuchman. Then "Catastrophe" by Hastings and finally "Testament of Youth" by Brittain. Both "Testament of Youth" and "Goodbye to All That" were written shortly after WW1 and describe the conflict from a human perspective - written by people who were there in the thick of it. "Testament of Youth" was a tad introspective but essential reading nevertheless. I subsequently purchased the 1970's DVD series by the same name which was also great. I think that all of these books are wonderful reading and bring WW1 to life. However if you want to find out about WW1 and don't have a lot of time - then my suggestion is "The Guns of August" and "Goodbye to All That". Having German heritage I suppose I should also read "All Quiet on The Western Front !" Finally after reading all these books you realise that not many people are reading history or at least taking any note of it. The war to end all wars was shortly followed by WW2 and on it goes ............ Anyway read "Goodbye to All That" you will laugh and cry !

1 di 1 persone hanno trovato utile la seguente recensione 5.0 su 5 stelle I was hoping for more unhinged bee references 2 ottobre 2016 Di dccaesar - Pubblicato su Amazon.com Formato: Formato Kindle Acquisto verificato Somehow this book made me want to be a turn of the century British boy who ends up fighting in the first world war. I could write that exact same review about a lot of books, but this one did it more. Some of my school years were spent tracing this good fellow's bee obsession, which somehow never involved reading this one; I had thus high expectations of for a bee-based theory of the war, or some terrifying bee event in his early youth, but if it was there I missed it.

Question: Whose autobiography was Goodbye To All That?
Answer: Robert Graves