A Quote by Yasmina Khadra
It seems that the whole world is beginning to decay, and that its putrefaction has chosen to spread outward from here, from the land of the Pashtuns, where desertification proceeds at a steady, implacable crawl even in the consciences and intellects of men.
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Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
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