Shortly thereafter the other soldiers fled, and as they ran for their lives some of them fell amid the nests of jaguncos that had formed in this corner or that, where they were beaten to death with spades and shovels and done in with knives in less time than it takes to tell. They died hearing themselves called dogs and devils, amid prognostications that their souls would be condemned as their corpses rotted.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Saturday, November 13, 2010
The War Of The End Of The World - pg. 71
Labels: Mario Vargas Llosa
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