The spell--the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness--that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions.
J. Conrad
When there is none left; we are all just animals. Fucking like savages. Fighting for life like savages.
(wine + cnn + haiti + food riots = dark dark thoughts)
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