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fatherly lecture by his brother Arn on how to make it in
this world. Henry had not collected villagers' ears, but
he had bitten off the earlobe of a fellow soldier whom
he had attacked in a bar, and this ear, being an
American ear, was more remarked upon in his battalion
than those others.
The same passion that fueled Maynard Henry's
choleric rages also ignited different kinds of turbulent
urges in him, for he was susceptible as well to
ungovernable fits of compassion, loyalty, and bravery in
defense of others' safety or his own rigid principles. But
he had almost no capacity to analyze or to adjudicate
his emotions, and so when he lashed out at a beggar, he
could not trace how pity beyond his control had
triggered his rage.
For the past month, the fulcrum of all the violent
instincts, the eye of the still hurricane, had been his wife,
Chin Lam. She had become the flame of his indignation
toward his enemies and of his shame for having once
been her enemy, of his anger for being left out and of his
pride for taking his own way. He loved her fiercely. He
ached to find her at once, but what he saw himself