and left the well dry—"
Ryan could contain himself no longer. He felt his own feet moving with the vindictive beat of the drum. He heard his own voice take up the chant:
"Let us take the memory of our ancestors
and tear it open, rend its vitals,
throw its entrails on the fire:
our ancestors, the eaters,
the putrefiers of the lakes and the rivers;
the consumers, the destroyers, the murderers of the living land;
the selfish, the obese, the great collectors,
who tried to devour the world—"