| We pushed off from the river bank at Mapiri with a crew of Lejo Indians drunk with that maddeningly intoxicating beverage kachasa. (12) |
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| this class division of moral codes and production dictates that the crew is always drunk on a potion of political oppression. The crew row the boat, and the naturalist maps the course, while the missionary baptises the friendly Indians into the narrative of The Capitalist Dreamtime | |
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