I forgot to mention at the meeting that the narrator is George Washington's wooden teeth!
"The landscape is a plane extending infinitely in all directions. The sun, which has spent the night in the tunnels beneath the earth, now starts to rise up past the horizon. Its rays first hit the soles of his black, steel-toed boots. Beams of light then slowly brush up past his feet, up his black wool-covered legs, across his lanky torso, then finally to the tip of his stovepipe hat. Now he casts a full-length shadow, stretched across the earth's surface, but as it is behind him, and as the young man's mind is elsewhere, thinking about how the dead can be made to speak and how the living can find themselves molded into new, non-human shapes, he does not notice the elongated double that he drags along with him. He also does not notice the large hole in the middle of the road, until he steps into it."
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I forgot to mention at the meeting that the narrator is George Washington's wooden teeth!
"The landscape is a plane extending infinitely in all directions. The sun, which has spent the night in the tunnels beneath the earth, now starts to rise up past the horizon. Its rays first hit the soles of his black, steel-toed boots. Beams of light then slowly brush up past his feet, up his black wool-covered legs, across his lanky torso, then finally to the tip of his stovepipe hat. Now he casts a full-length shadow, stretched across the earth's surface, but as it is behind him, and as the young man's mind is elsewhere, thinking about how the dead can be made to speak and how the living can find themselves molded into new, non-human shapes, he does not notice the elongated double that he drags along with him.
He also does not notice the large hole in the middle of the road, until he steps into it."