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Like a swarm they squeeze frantically, armed with proof slung around their throats, pushing forward they point and grab, not stopping to think of that dying slave. But look at you all, like pigeons to the crumb.
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Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
People watching at the Louvre
Like a swarm they squeeze frantically, armed with proof slung around their throats, pushing forward they point and grab, not stopping to think of that dying slave. But look at you all, like pigeons to the crumb.
The dying slave is a reference to a Michelangelo sculpture portraying a man seemingly abandoning life.
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Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
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