Seven Pillars of Wisdom: A Beautifully Reproduced World Classic - Special Edition Including Every Illustration
T.E. Lawrence
Language: English
Pages: 544
ISBN: B00CONFDTY
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The definitive version of one of the greatest books ever written.
Produced from the rare 1935 edition, Apostrophe Books’ release of T.E. Lawrence’s Seven Pillars of Wisdom has all the charm of the original, plus its 58 stunning pictures and maps.
Published in 1935, Seven Pillars of Wisdom tells the story of the Arab Revolt of 1916-1918 through the eyes of the soldier who would book a place in history as the great Lawrence of Arabia.
"It ranks with the greatest books ever written in the English language. As a narrative of war and adventure... it is unsurpassable" (Winston Churchill )
"Round this tent-pole of a military chronicle, T. E. has hung an unexampled fabric of portraits, descriptions, philosophies, emotions, adventures, dreams" (E.M. Forster)
"I am not much of a hero-worshipper but I could have followed T.E. Lawrence over the edge of the world... It seems to me as certain of immortality as anything written in English for half a century" (John Buchan)
"Seven Pillars of Wisdom is one of the major statements about the fighting experience of the First World War" (Angus Calder)
"Emotional and mythic" (Guardian)
raised my hand with an imaginary engine on the bridge. We walked back to camp, leaving one man on watch by the line. Our baggage was deserted, and we stared about in a puzzle for the rest, till we saw them suddenly sitting against the golden light of sunset along a high ridge. We yelled to them to lie down or come down, but they persisted up there on their perch like a school of hooded crows, in full view of north and south. At last we ran up and threw them off the skyline, too late. The Turks
I served out the explosives to the fifteen porters, and we started. The Beni Sakhr under Adhub sank into the dark slopes before us to scout the way. The rainstorm had made the steep hill treacherous, and only by driving our bare toes sharply into the soil could we keep a sure foothold. Two or three men fell heavily. When we were in the stiffest part, where rocks cropped out brokenly from the face, a new noise was added to the roaring water as a train clanked slowly up from Galilee, the flanges
weather and our old fort and the enemy. He looked about thirty-five, was short and strong, with a full face, trimmed beard and long, pointed moustaches. His round eyes were made rounder, larger and darker by the antimony loaded on in villager style. He was ardently ours, and we rejoiced, since his name was one to conjure with in Hauran. When a day had made me sure of him, I took him secretly to the palm-garden, and told him my ambition to see his neighbourhood. The idea delighted him, and he
Then from behind the old fort we looked over the lake, and saw movement in the French railway station. Some of the white-legged fellows told us that the Turks held it in force. However the approaches were too tempting. Abdulla led our charge, for my days of adventure were ended, with the sluggard excuse that my skin must be kept for a justifying emergency. Otherwise I wanted to enter Damascus. This job was too easy. Abdulla found grain: also flour; and some little booty of weapons, horses,
from here had yesterday gone to a camp beyond the town. Since then no one had come in or out. I walked over to the far thoroughfare, on whose left was a shuttered lobby, black after the blazing sunlight of the plastered court. I stepped in, to meet a sickening stench: and, as my eyes grew open, a sickening sight. The stone floor was covered with dead bodies side by side, some in full uniform, some in underclothing, some stark naked. There might be thirty there, and they crept with rats, who had