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He walked out into the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of an intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

Ja, hvem som helst kunne vel skrevet dette.

Leste en lignende passasje i Odelsjenta, bind 3, som dumpet ned i postkassa forrige uke. Nei, hadde jeg vært Olve nå ville jeg ganske enkelt sagt "Touchè".