#FireHorsesQuotes 77: “Whipping out the camera I took some shots of his bloody stump, the grey limp hand, the rock-faced men and London as the backdrop, monstrous, growing, oblivious. Already I was planning how I’d present this misery for the delectation of others, a blow-up of his severed hand superimposed over the main image so that it resembled some sort of grey/white protest: stop. But there was no stopping, the buildings just kept rising.”
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