Like animated scarecrows in black robes and bamboo hats, the eight monks bend in prayer around a sacred fire. The smoke is lost in the black pall gushing from a nearby paper mill. Suddenly, the heftiest of the mendicants bellows in a throaty bass: "In the name of God, know that thou hast erred by desecrating this pure land, by acting more ferociously than a hungry tiger in devouring the lives of living beings. Curse be on thee, polluting industrialist! May God crack thine head to seven pieces and banish thee once and for all to inferno!"
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