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...Hudson, Mich., a soup thirsty...
...patience Menshikov's orgiastic embraces and downed her vodka with his roistering friends, glass for glass, without losing a shred of dignity. She could sit placidly through wild banquets where the big joke of the evening might be a string of boiled mice slyly hidden in the cabbage soup, a trick that made some of the revelers vomit on the floor-"which capped the joke though it made things slightly unsanitary for the guests who would later fall on the floor...
Cried Augustus, in Slovenly Peter: "I will not, will not eat my soup"-and gradually wasted away to death. Augustus, it now appears, was a psychoneurotic case. In the current Journal of Abnormal and Social Psychology, Lieut. Richard Wallen, U.S.N.R., tells of his Augustan researches at the Marine base at Parris Island, S.C. He asked groups of normal servicemen and groups of neurotics about to be discharged which foods they disliked, which ones they would actually refuse to eat. His discovery: while the normal men declared themselves willing to eat even the foods they disliked, the neurotics recoiled with tight...
...principles of humanity-and I was coldly stunned. Under the pine trees the scattered dead were lying, not in twos or threes or dozens, but in thousands. The living tore ragged clothing from the corpses to build fires over which they boiled pine needles and roots for soup. Little children rested their heads against the stinking corpses of their mothers, too nearly dead themselves to cry. A man hobbled up to me and spoke to me in German. I couldn't understand what he said and I shall never know, for he fell dead at my feet...
Buchenwald did not have a diet, really. There was a form of soup once a day and some bread. The amount doesn't matter; it was not enough to sustain life. I saw hundreds of Buchenwald's 21,000 (there had been 48,000 but more than half had been evacuated to the interior of Germany) who were as starved as the corpses in the crematorium yard. You cannot adequately describe starved men; they just look awful and unnatural. There was nothing but their bones beneath the tightly stretched skin, none of the roundedness, the curving...