There's a Passage in Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath that turned my guts to sewer water popcorn-ed shit slush.
The Hero / Protagonists is suddenly caught in a reverie of Atrocity. He stands near an Orange Tree Grove, and sees the ground MASSED with Vitamin C laden Value, a Value that could alleviate the nutritional NEED of THOUSANDS of Famine-stricken AMERICAN CITIZENS. He stands at Transfixed as his Mind sees the Farmer spray the oranges with a toxin that PREVENTS Human consumption. He would rather DENY Life than have his profitlessness be Compassionate Relief.
I don't know how Steinbeck was able to get that shit out.
My eyes tear now and it has been YEARS - - -
Heartlessness can't POSSIBLY "Cover it" but aye SUB-HUMAN CRUELTY comes close.
That's where I am. Transfixed in incensed.
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