“And here the Light at the
Window Decays, the Light Decays and Slowly Fades; And here the ill Wind Blows for Nobody Indeed; And here the Man Wrestles his Burdens to the Ground; And Here She Comes to the Ground and
Swans over the Life where she Finally comes to Lay; And here after many a Winters Dies the Little Boy, literally,
literally, literally, Indeed.
-Boris
Izsus 2011
