Although there was no enemy or danger to be perceived, they felt the apprehension and doubt of those who have come unaware upon some awe-inspiring place where they themselves are paltry fellows of no account.

Rabbits need dignity and, above all, the will to accept their fate.

Bluebell: Please, sir, I'm only a little [car] and I've left all my petrol on the grass. So if you don't mind eating the grass, sir, while I give this lady a ride-

Hazel: Bluebell, shut up!

This was their way of honoring the dead. The story over, the demands of their own hard, rough lives began to re-assert themselves in their hearts, in their nerves, their blood and appetites. Would that the dead were not dead! But there is grass that must be eaten, pellets that must be chewed, hraka that must be passed, holes that must be dug, sleep that must be slept. Odysseus brings not one man to shore with him. Yet he sleeps sound beside Calypso and when he wakes thinks only of Penelope.

In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.

Και από την άλλη, οι πολεμικές αυτές γυναίκες δεν αρκούνται να συλλαμβάνουν την πρωκτική ανάσα του μεθύστακα, ακούστηκε η φωνή της τρελλής στη ράχη της Καταλίνα, που από μπροστά στην κοιλιά της, είχε το γιο του Ταζόλ όλο και πιο ανήσυχο, αλλά κοιτάζουν αν ο μεθύστακας έχει μέσα στο κεφάλι του τους 400 χαρωπους ή λυπημένους λαγους που γελούν μοναχοί η κλαίνε με κρυστάλλινα δάκρυα, λες και τα αποστακτήρια των δακρυγόνων αδένων τους σταλάζουν σταγόνες πιοτού.