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'But I'll eat her share,' he added with forced good humour and, seeing Sarath
come in through the open door, he went on, 'and Sarath can help me.' 'I am
hungry enough,' Sarath said, catching the tail end of Vijay's conversation. 'Sorry I'
'Not this lot, my friend,' rejoined Sarath. 'They are not fighting out of theory, but of
necessity.' He looked pointedly at Dhana. 'They have nothing and they have
grown up having nothing, a whole generation of them. And they see even the
Sarath looked deflated. His politics came from the heart and it took him an effort
to see evil. Once he saw it, he would fight it even more valiantly. But there was a
moment between the feeling and the seeing when he was alone and lost. 'Can't ...
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First published in Britain, a novel that movingly details how three generations of idealists try to find meaning and purpose as their country, Sri Lanka, becomes another killing field. The author ... Read full review