Villeneuve leans on the one, repeated image of people writhing in agony from the starvation incurred by what he might unleash. I used to go through the local zoo to look at the lions. They conversed of things I had never heard of; of nations and times past; of countries far away; of secrets of nature discovered or guessed at: they spoke of books: how many they had read! If you have yourself a strong metal one it'll be heavy, but boy it'll take a truck up it. I could not answer the ceaseless inward question— why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of—I will not say how many years, I see it clearly.
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