All of a sudden. He kept on wandering in and out of the house. When Hege started asking questions he replied: “It’s my stomach, sort of. But only sort of.” “Is it something you’ve eaten, or is it the weather?” “Neither one,” he replied, wandering outside again. The woodcock was in grave danger, t...
No one, and yet … No wild leap back to the others: Here I am! No one is freed, and yet it is as if woodwind players have arrived. Like the water drop and the twig in the daytime. The naked, wet twig, the sodden snow caving in below, and the clear water drop down in the snow. The snow drift trickl...
