"You learn not to mourn every little thing out here, or you’d never, ever stop grieving."
"Once, I discovered the skulls of two impala rams, their horns locked into an irreversible figure-of-eight; the two animals had been trapped in combat, latched to each other during the battle of the rut. The harder they had pulled to escape from each other, the more intractably stuck they were, until they had fallen exhausted, to their knees, in an embrace of hatred that had killed them both."
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Source: Alexandra Fuller (2002). “Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: An African Childhood”, p.191, Random House
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