ORIGINAL: Son_of_Montfort
"Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning."
Describing WWI... or the Matrix offices? [:D] Bonus points if you can tell me, with such zest, what this is from.
SoM
An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
From Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen