"You learn not to mourn every little thing out here, or you’d never, ever stop grieving."
"The land itself, of course, was careless of its name. It still is. You can call it what you like, fight all the wars you want in its name. Change its name altogether if you like. The land is still unblinking under the African sky. It will absorb white man's blood and the blood of African men, it will absorb blood from slaughtered cattle and the blood from a woman's birthing with equal thirst. It doesn't care."
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Source: Alexandra Fuller (2014). “Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: Picador Classic”, p.31, Pan Macmillan
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