“Like many of his generation, [Harold] Macmillan’s life was principally defined by his service in the First World War. Wounded at the Battle of the Somme in 1916, he had lain for ten hours in a shell hole in no man’s land, treating himself with morphine and alternating between feigning death as German soldiers skirted past and reading Aeschylus in the original Greek.”
(“Between the Waves: The Hidden History of a Very British Revolution 1945-2016” by “Tom McTague”).
Words fail— well actually, not if they are in Greek they don’t..