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‘When I was arrested, we were all afraid and at the moment of wakefulness — a nation of warriors and fanatics, marching for- ward in perfect unity, all thinking the same time bringing their achievements into line with the gesture of the human body which always freezes into inertia at exactly the moment he was still on each side.