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December 05, 2006

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Anthony

How extraordinary, this coincidence in the poem of a reference to cancer and a reference to an effect of mustard gas poisoning and chemotherapy. But unsettling too, because it doesn't seem adequate merely to leave it at that, just noting the coincidence, and yet it doesn't seem that anything more than that can be said, either - it wasn't prescience on Owen's part, some creepy foreknowledge of a treatment that hadn't been invented when he wrote the poem.

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