““Night goes away, a black bull-- body heavy with mourning and fear and mystery-- it has been bellowing horribly, monstrously, in genuine fear of all the dead; and day arrives, a young child who wants trust, and love, and jokes, --a child who somewhere far away, in secret places where what ends meets what is starting, has been playing a moment on some meadow or other of light and darkness with the bull who is running away...””
