“Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?”

“That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.”

“The waters which we spread upon the desert have become blood. Blood upon our land! Behold our desert which could rejoice and blossom; it has lured the stranger and seduced him in our midst. They come for violence! Their faces are closed up as for the last wind of Kralizec! They gather the captivity of the sand. They suck up the abundance of the sand, the treasure hidden in the depths. Behold them as they go forth to their evil work. It is written: 'And I stood upon the sand, and I saw a beast rise up out of that sand, and upon the head of that beast was the name of God!”

“To the country dug into our lives like a grave,to the country etherized, and killed,a sun rises from our paralyzed historyinto our millennial sleep”

“You...mulched him?'I bought a few extra trees, and when we ran out of room around the house, I suggested one by the road. You can't even tell the dirt was dug up now.”

“Why do you hang out with him?""We're teammates."Ahhh. And if blood was thicker than water, then football, evidently, would congeal in one's veins.”