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His skin was remarkable. Some days, it was indeed as white as chalk, and others it was pink, like that of a pig or the underbelly of a goat. His arms and legs were covered in tangles of dark hair, again likle a pig's, only these hairs were longer. The man produced more sweat than any other man I had ever seen. He would wipe the sweat from his face every few minutes; it seemed to be the primary occupation of his day. I found myself feeling terribly sorry for the white man, for his sweating and because he resembled a pig in so many particulars.