The Year 1000
    August was the month when flies started to become a problem, buzzing round the dung heaps in the corner of every farmyard and hovering over the open cesspits of human refuse that were located outside every house. If the late twentieth century is scented with gasolene vapour and exhaust fumes, the year 1000 was perfumed with shit. (p.119)


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