A day or two after I arrived I went to visit 'C' Company mess, where I got friendly welcome. I noticed The Essays of Lionel Johnson lying on the table. It was the first book I had seen in France (except my own Keats and Blake) that was neither a military textbook nor a rubbishy novel. I stole a look at the fly-leaf, and the name was Siegfried Sassoon. Then I looked around to see who could possibly be called Siegfried Sassoon and bring Lionel Johnson with him to the First Battalion. The answer being obvious, I got into conversation with him, and few minutes later we set for Béthune, being off duty until dusk, and talked about poetry.
Robert Graves, Goodbye to All That