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A bad business.
Simon stayed where he was, a small brown image, concealed by the leaves.Even if he shut his eyes the sow's head still remained like an after-image.The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life.They assured Simon that everything was a bad business.
W.Golding, Lord of the Flies.
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