"Thanks to words we have been able to rise above the brutes and thanks to words we have often sunk to the level of the demons.

The strange words rolled through his mind; rumbled, like talking thunder; like the drums at the summer dances, if the drums could have spoken; like the men singing the Corn Song, beautiful, beautiful, so that you cried.
The strange words rolled through his mind; rumbled, like talking thunder; like the drums at the summ...
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