People. They’re really innately, inherently gentle and compassionate and kind. That’s what wrings, wrenches… something. Your entrails, maybe. The member of the mob who holds up the whole ceremony for seconds or even minutes while he dislodges a family of bugs or lizards from the log he is about to put on the fire.
Source:(Random House, ed. 1966), Act III. The Jail (Nor Even Yet Quite Relinquish-), Scene I, Page 268
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