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Saturday, 04 September 2010 13:47 |
“There was a village, built of crumbling clay and rotting wood, and it squatted ugly under a broiling sun like a sick and mangy animal wanting to die. The village had a virus shared by its people – it was the germ of squalor, of hopelessness, of a loss of faith. For the faithless, the hopeless, the misery laden, there is time, ample time, to engage in one of the other pursuits of men: they began to destroy themselves.”
Twilight Zone, "Dust"
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