"When they spoke of those hours, they said, We passed hunger. As if it were a place, an outpost, on a lonely road. Other times they said, Hunger passed through here. As if something alive, pale hoofed creature, who tore though on bristling haunches or ambled out of the white forest with a worn suit, and a broken face, a monster or a devil." (Mason page 5)
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