“......a woman held up a duck whose
throat she had cut and stroked her gently while a little girl held up a cup to
catch the blood for making gravy. The duck seemed very contented and, when they
put her down, she waddled twice and found that she was dead. We ate her later,
stuffed and roasted.”
Hemingway, describing a
visit to Miro’s summer home near Barcelona.
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