One day I saw a terrible sight. He can’t have been more than thirty, perhaps a German or Scandinavian — he was very fair and tall. His clothes were in tatters and you could see his white skin through them. He had long hair, all tangled and matted, there was a monkey sitting by him, and the monkey was delousing him. Yes the monkey was taking the lice out of the man’s hair. I looked in that man’s face — in his eyes — and I tell you I saw a soul in hell.
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