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Anyone can look at a bowl filled with plums.Even the ones trampled beneath the hoovesof the general's white horse—the peons,the threshers, the nobodies. Food, the greatleveler. The nobodies must eat, even ifthey resort to coffee grounds,or sandwiches airlifted and droppedinto the jungle, teeming with maggots.Food is food. Even the general must eat.Even presidents, dictators. Hitler himself