❝ Their clothes did not correspond to a decorous and decent poverty but to the perverse luxury of gambling dens and country whorehouses. A carnation bled on a lapel; under a tight-fitting vest one could guess the shape of a dagger. We suddenly felt that they were betting their last chip, that they were petty, ignorant and cruel like old prey animals and that, if we accepted our defeat through fear or pity, they would eventually destroy us. ❞ BORGES

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