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“There were many starving people and the policemen treated them as criminals. Perhaps they were. There was no line between starvation and crime. He felt himself torn in the division of reality. The world, the whole world, was divided into two parts, the island of the rich and the ocean of the poor.”

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Book:Kinfolk
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Kinfolk

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Pearl S. Buck
Pearl S. Buck

Pearl S. Buck was a prominent American writer born on June 26, 1892, and died on March 6, 1973. She is celebrated for her works that delve into Chinese culture and life, earning her the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1932 for her novel 'The Good Earth'. more

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