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“I don’t remember the whole thing, because it was very long, but Atticus recited it for me once, and there was a line that went like this: “Cry ham hock and let slip the hogs of war!” I know you might not agree, but for me that was the best thing Shakespeare ever wrote." You mean, “Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war” from Julius Caesar? "No, I don’t think that’s it. There was ham in there; I’m sure he was talking about ham. They were going to battle hunger." I think you might have been hungry when you heard it, Oberon.”

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Kevin Hearne
Kevin Hearne

Kevin Hearne, born on December 9, 1970, is an American novelist known for his fantasy and adventure novels. His works are highly appreciated by readers for their blend of mythology, history, and humor. more

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