
by James Hilton
ON THE morning of the eleventh of November, 1937, precisely at eleven o'clock, some well-meaning busy-body consulted his watch and loudly announced the hour, with the result that all of us in the dining car felt constrained to put aside drinks and newspaper and spend the two minutes' silence in rather embarrassed stares at one another or out of the window.
ON THE morning of the eleventh of November, 1937, precisely at eleven o'clock, some well-meaning busy-body consulted his watch and loudly announced the hour, with the result that all of us in the dining car felt constrained to put aside drinks and newspaper and spend the two minutes' silence in rather embarrassed stares at one another or out of the window.
A shell-shocked veteran suffers from amnesia after World War 1. As he carries on with his life, he tries to remember his past.

9 September 1900 – 20 December 1954
James Hilton was an English novelist best remembered for several best-sellers, including Lost Horizon and Goodbye, Mr. Chips. He also wrote Hollywood screenplays. Source: Wikipedia
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