Lying in my heap of Earth I can naturally dream of all sorts of things, even of an understanding with the beast, though I know well enough that no such thing can happen, and at the moment when we see each other, more, at the instant we merely guess at each other's presence, we shall both blindly bare our claws and teeth, neither of us a second before or after the other, both of us filled with a new and different hunger, even if we should already be gorged to bursting.
But all remained unchanged.
-Franz Kafka, The Burrow
Trips outside the shelter? It's not like that in any of the movies I've seen.
ReplyDeleteI think they are delicately referring to a post-nuclear version of "walking the plank."
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