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Excerpt from a book I’ve just finished re-reading: “ On the fortieth day and the two succeeding we were snowed in by a blizzard. During these long hours of lying blotto in the tent Estraven slept almost continuously, and ate nothing, though he drank orsh or sugar-water at mealtimes. He insisted that I eat, though only half-rations. “You have no experience in starvation,” he said. I was humiliated. ”How much have you—Lord of a Domain, and prime minister—?” “Genry, we practice privation until we’re experts at it. I was taught how to starve as a child at home in Estre, and by the Handdarata in Rotherer Fastness. I got out of practice in Erhenrang, true enough, but I began making up for it in Mishnory.... Please do as I say, my friend; I know what I’m doing.” He did, and I did. " Le Guin, Ursula K.. The Left Hand of Darkness: (p. 215). Kindle Edition.