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Where everything is words, you’d think I’d have some mastery and know my way around, but all this churning hatred, each man a verbal firing squad, immeasurable suspicions, a flood of mocking, angry talk, all of life a vicious debate, conversations in which there is nothing that cannot be said…no, I’d be better off in the jungle, I thought, where a roar’s a roar and no one is hard put to miss its meaning.
