But in District 12,
where the word tribute is pretty much synonymous
with the word corpse, volunteers
are all but extinct....................
To the everlasting credit of the people
of District 12, not one person claps. Not
even the ones holding betting slips, the ones
who are usually beyond caring. Possibly because
they know me from the Hob, or knew
my father, or have encountered Prim, who
no one can help loving. So instead of acknowledging
applause, I stand there unmoving
while they take part in the boldest
form of dissent they can manage. Silence.
Which says we do not agree. We do not condone.
All of this is wrong.