Fermor

Vol III had not appeared when Leigh Fermor died in June 2011, at the age of 96.

Since Leigh Fermor had already written a draft of the third volume, he must have hoped that finishing it would be relatively easy.

On and off for nearly seventy years Fermor has been working on a trilogy about this epic walk.

It is an archetypal Leigh Fermor anecdote: beautifully written, fabulously romantic and just a little showy.

The great exception to this rule in our own time amongst British writers was Patrick Leigh Fermor.

Fermor is swept away: this chaos, the very Prussians drawing back from it, wearied with massacring, lasts till about one o'clock.

Fermor determines to try Custrin in the like way,—if peradventure Prussian soldiery be like Turk?

Such a day as was seldom seen in human experience;—Fermor responsible for it, happily not we.

Fermor, in the evening, said to his Artillery People: "Why have you ceased to fire grenadoes?"

This day Feldmarschall Fermor arrives in his principal Camp here.