George Wright-Nooth's diary records eloquently what's probably the dominant feeling of 1944:
Hunger is like a ghost that can find no peace...It is always there, a perpetual groaning in one's stomach...It pervades every thought; it sets you dreaming of steaks...you must fight with your all your will power against these dreams....or they will become your master. It is a hard fight that only those who have been really hungry can understand.
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George Wright-Nooth, Prisoner Of The Turnip Heads, 1994, 121
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