English humour, like American and French, has its own flavour; it lacks the high and extravagant fantasy that is so exhilarating in America; it avoids the subtlety of France; it is essentially a laughing humour.
"George Du Maurier, the Satirist of the Victorians"
T. Martin Wood
The fantasy is in crossing over No Man's Land into the German lines, getting through his wire, and passing through trenches inhabited by his soldiers until a day or two ago, travelling over roads and fields down which his guns and transport went, and going into streets and houses in which there are signs of his recent occupation.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
This may seem language of exaggeration, the silly fantasy of a writing-man careless of the exact truth.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs