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• They understand less and less what it is that they have unwillingly become partners to. I have no doubt they would have gotten up and left long ago, or even booed him off the stage, if not for the temptation that is so hard to resist—the temptation to look into another man’s hell.
• Now he screams: “No? Not at all? No, no, no?” He slaps his face, ribs, stomach. The spectacle looks like a fight between at least two men. Within the whirlwind of limbs and expressions I recognize the countenance that has passed over his face more than once this evening: he is uniting with his abuser. Beating himself with another man’s hands.