“At home, I slipped out of my clothes and into my bed to luxuriate in the contemplation of my sister’s apostasy. All kinds of visions rushed through my mind. Here I was, a Red partisan captured by the Whites, who are forcing me to eat pork. They torture me, but I will not touch it. Surprised, the officers shake their heads: What sort of boy is this? As a matter of fact, I’m surprised myself. I just won’t eat pork. Kill me, but eat pork I will not.” This passage from “The Forbidden Fruit” is an example of: