“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: