The Job Description: A Romance of the Lost Generation
Act I: The Spark I was twenty-six when I came back from Germany. Nine years had passed since the armistice, but the war had not ended for me. It ended for everyone else. They went back to their jobs, their wives, their houses in Evanston, and they pretended that the trenches at Verdun had been a bad dream. I could not pretend. My left shoulder hung lower than my right. My fingers on my left...
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