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Premium member Presentation Transcript PowerPoint Presentation: The man who knew much By-Alexander BaronPowerPoint Presentation: About the author Alexander Baron (4 December 1917 – 6 December 1999) was a British author and screenwriter. He is best known for his highly acclaimed novel about D-Day entitled From the City from the Plough (1948) and his London novel The Lowlife (1963).Alexander Baron: Alexander Baron Early life : Early life His father was Barnet Bernstein, a Polish-Jewish immigrant to Britain who settled in the East End of London in 1908 and later worked as a furrier. Alexander Baron was born in Maidenhead and raised in the Hackney district of London. He attended Hackney Downs School. Writing career : Writing career He used his wartime experiences as the basis for his three best-selling war novels. After the war he became assistant editor of Tribune before publishing his first novel From the City from the Plough (1948). At this time, at the behest of his publisher Jonathan Cape, he also changed his name from Bernstein to Baron. Works : Works Novels From the City from the Plough (1948) a novel about the fictional 5th Battalion of the Wessex Regiment British Army. It was widely believed that the battalion was based on units of the 43rd Wessex Division and its attacks on Hill 112 and Mont Pincon in Normandy. There's No Home (1950) - On the interaction of wartime British soldiers with the people of Catania, Sicily, focusing on a doomed love affair.The Fiction: The Fiction I first met Private Quelch at the training depot. A man is liable to acquire in his first week of Army life-- together with his uniform, rifle and equipment -- a nickname. Anyone who saw Private Quelch , lanky, stooping, frowning through horn-rimmed spectacles, understood why he was known as the Professor. Those who had any doubts on the subject lost them after five minutes' conversation with him.PowerPoint Presentation: I remember the first lesson we had in musketry. We stood in an attentive circle while a sergeant, a man as dark and sun-dried as raisins, wearing North-West Frontier ribbons, described the mechanism of a Service rifle. 'The muzzle velocity, or speed at which the bullet leaves the rifle', he told us, 'is well over two thousand feet per second.' A voice interrupted. 'Two thousand, four hundred and forty feet per second.' It was the Professor.PowerPoint Presentation: 'That's right', the sergeant said without enthusiasm, and went on lecturing. When he had finished, he put questions to us; and, perhaps in the hope of revenge, he turned with his questions again and again to the Professor. The only result was to enhance the Professor's glory. Technical definitions, the parts of the rifle, its use and care, he had them all by heart. The sergeant asked, 'You had any training before?' The Professor answered with a phrase that was to become familiar to all of us. 'No, Sergeant. It's all a matter of intelligent reading.'PowerPoint Presentation: That was our introduction to him. We soon learned more about him. He saw to that. He meant to get on, he told us. He had brains. He was sure to get a commission, before long. As a first step, he meant to get a stripe. In pursuit of his ambition he worked hard. We had to give him credit for that. He borrowed training manuals and stayed up late at nights reading them. He badgered the instructors with questions. He drilled with enthusiasm, and on route marches he was not only miraculously tireless but infuriated us all with his horrible heartiness. 'What about a song, chaps?' is not greeted politely at the end of thirtyPowerPoint Presentation: And day in and day out, he lectured to us in his droning, remorseless voice on every aspect of human knowledge. At first we had a certain respect for him, but soon we lived in terror of his approach. We tried to hit back at him with clumsy sarcasms and practical jokes. The Professor scarcely noticed; he was too busy working for his stripePowerPoint Presentation: Each time one of us made a mistake the Professor would publicly correct him. Whenever one of us shone, the Professor outshone him. When, after a hard morning's work cleaning out our hut, we listened in silence to the Orderly Officer's praise, the Professor would break out with a ringing, dutifully beaming, 'Thank you, sir!' And how superior, how condescending he was! It was always, 'Let me show you, fellow', or, 'No, you'll ruin your rifle that way, old man.'PowerPoint Presentation: We used to pride ourselves on aircraft recognition. Once, out for a walk, we heard the drone of a plane flying high overhead. None of us could even see it in the glare of the sun. Without even a glance upward the Professor announced, 'That, of course, is a North American Harvard Trainer. It can be unmistakably identified by the harsh, engine note, due to the high tip speed of the airscrew.' What could a gang of louts like us do with a man like that?PowerPoint Presentation: None of us will ever forget the drowsy summer afternoon which was such a turning-point in the Professor's life. We were sprawling contentedly on the warm grass while Corporal Turnbull was taking a lesson on the hand grenade. Corporal Turnbull was a young man, but he was not a man to be trifled with. He had come back from Dunkirk with all his equipment correct and accounted for and his pet kitten in his pocket. He was our hero, and we used to tell each other that he was so tough that you could hammer nails into him without his noticing it.PowerPoint Presentation: 'The outside of a grenade, as you can see,' Corporal Turnbull was saying, 'is divided up into a large number of fragments to assist segmentation-' 'Forty-four.' 'What's that?' The Corporal looked over his shoulder. 'Forty-four segments.' The Professor beamed at him. The Corporal said nothing, but his brow tightened. He opened his mouth to resume.PowerPoint Presentation: 'And by the way, Corporal.' We were all thunder-struck. The Professor was speaking again. 'Shouldn't you have started off with the five characteristics of the grenade? Our instructor at the other camp always used to, you know.' In the silence that followed, a dark flush stained the tan of the Corporal's face. 'Here,' he said at last, 'you give this lecture!' As if afraid to say any more, he tossed the grenade to the Professor. Quite unabashed, Private Quelch climbed to his feet and with the air of a man coming into his birthright gave us an unexceptionable lecture on the grenade.PowerPoint Presentation: The squad listened in a cowed, horrified kind of silence. Corporal Turnbull stood and watched, impassive except for a searching intentness of gaze. When the lecture was finished he said, 'Thank you, Private Quelch . Fall in with the others now.' He did not speak again until we had fallen in and were waiting to be dismissed. Then he addressed us. 'As some of you may have heard,' he began deliberately, 'the platoon officer has asked me to nominate one of you for-' He paused and looked lingeringly up and down the ranks as if seeking final confirmation of a decision.PowerPoint Presentation: So this was the great moment! Most of us could not help glancing at Private Quelch , who stood rigidly to attention and stared straight in front of him with an expression of self-conscious innocence. '-for permanent cookhouse duties. I've decided that Private Quelch is just the man for the job.' Of course, it was a joke for days afterwards; a joke and joy to all of us. I remember, though...PowerPoint Presentation: My friend Trower and I were talking about it a few days later. We were returning from the canteen to our own hut. Through the open door we could see the three cooks standing against the wall as if at bay; and from within came the monotonous beat of a familiar voice. 'Really, I must protest against this abominably unscientific and unhygienic method of peeling potatoes. I need only draw your attention to the sheer waste of vitamin values...' We fled.Summary of the fiction: Summary of the fiction The story is about a man named private quelch who likes to show off his knowledge.narrator and his friends also gave him nickname 'professor' due his lanky body and bespecaled looks.Although private quelch meant to acquire a stripe and to get comision.He works hard for his ambition but due to his habbit of interupting senoirs and showing off his knowledge he was nominated for permanent cookhouse duties by Corporal Turnbull.PowerPoint Presentation: Corporal turnbull was a young and smart soldier who had returned from dunkirk,he was a man not to be triffled with.narrator and his fellow soldiers told each other that they could hammer nails into him without him noticing it.There are also many incidents in the story, when private quelch outshone his fellow soldiers(including narrator) on aircraft recognition,when professor interupted the sergeant and he asking questions to professor in hope of revenge.The story ends with a light note with private quelch lecturing his fellow soldiers on how to cut potato without its vitamin values being wasted. 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