[...] the captain leaned forward on his elbows and spread his fingers gently across his temples; the light… — Nelson Algren

[...] the captain leaned forward on his elbows and spread his fingers gently across his temples; the light kept hurting his eyes. And didn't feel he had heart enough left to face one more man manacled by steel or circumstance until his own heart should stop hurting. / Yet they come on and come on, and where they come from no captain knows and where they go no captain goes: mush workers and lush workers, catamites and sodomites, bucket workers and bail jumpers, till tappers and assistant pickpockets, [...]; the damned and the undaunted, the jaunty and condemned.

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