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David Mitchell

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Yay, Old’uns’ Smart mastered sicks, miles, seeds an' made miracles ord’nary, but it din’t master one thing, nay, a hunger in the hearts o' humans, yay, a hunger for more.
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"Sloosha's Crossin' an' Ev'rythin' After", p. 286

 
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