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« Thus the ancient war became an object of derision, confined that it was now in surveillance tasks. China had mocked the war, and it had reaped the war, but a state-of-the-art war, the war of the twentieth century, the war of scientists and laboratories, the war of Jacobus Laningdale. The biggest guns became toys, compared to the microorganisms launched by the laboratories, these messengers of death, these destructive angels that had spread into an empire of a billion souls. »
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The Yellow Peril |
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The Yellow Peril
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« In the summer and fall of 1976, China was a living hell. It was impossible to avoid microscopic projectiles that infiltrated every nook and cran at least. Hundreds of millions of dead were not buried, germs multiplied and, in the end, millions of survivors died every day of famine. It also weakened victims, destroying their natural defenses against plagues. Cannibalism, murder and madness prevailed. Thus China perished. »
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Jack London
The Yellow Peril |
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Jack London
The Yellow Peril
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« Flying was a manly act; begging was sordid and despicable. But I had to change that way of thinking later; I ended up seeing begging as a joyful farce, a pleasant joke, a gymnastics of audacity. »
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Jack London
Building a fire |
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Jack London
Building a fire
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