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“One way, he thought, the whole thing of ring fighting was hurting somebody else, deliberately, and particularly when it was not necessary. Two men who have nothing against each other get in a ring and try to hurt each other, to provide vicarious fear for people with less guts than themselves. And to cover it up they called it sports and gambled on it. He had never looked at that way before, and if there was any single thing he could not endure it was to be a dupe.”

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From Here to Eternity

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James Jones
James Jones

James Jones was an American author known for his profound portrayal of war and human emotions. His works, such as 'From Here to Eternity' and 'Some Came Running', deeply reflect the impact of war on individuals and society. more

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