| "It looks as if much had been neglected in our country`s system of defense...Scarcely had I taken my shutters down, at he first glimmer of dawn, when I see armed soldiers already posted in the mouth of every street opening on the square. But these soldiers are not ours, they are obviously nomads from the North...Not long ago the butcher thought he might spare himself the trouble of slaughtering , and so one morning he brought along a live ox...which the nomads were leaping on from all sides tearing morsels out of its flesh with their teeth..." |
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