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Monday, 12 January 2009

A look at hell




My stomach doesn’t turn easy, but I was sickened. If it had been left to me, there and then, I’d have let ‘em go, the whole boiling lot of them, back to their lousy jungle… when you’ve looked into the hold of a new-laden slaver for the first time, you know what hell is like.



Flash For Freedom!, p.90, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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