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The Great War had concussed the world.
Europe was a crucible of bones.
needed each of his words to appreciate the weight they bore. He felt like he was lifting them and then letting them drop to the end of his fingers, dragging his muscle to work, carving his mind open with idea.
He was in the fever of work. He wanted them to know what it might mean to be branded: for another man’s initials to be burned into your skin; to be yoked about the neck; to wear an iron bit at the mouth; to cross the water in a fever ship; to wake in another man’s field; to hear the jangle of the marketplace; to feel the lash of the cowhide; to have your ears cropped; to accept, to bend, to disappear.
It was his work to capture that through the ...
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The essence of intelligence was to know when, or if, to expose even the heart’s deep need for instruction.
It was not Webb’s freedom that was at stake. It was Webb’s ability to be free.
