[...] Moist breath of the stones _ they breath clouds of soil and blow fat bodies against the nocturnal hall. I forget the blue spell and listen to the talk of cloudbodies. I catch their voices and throw them back and see them as red spots flashing up in the monotonous nigth. [...]

Anneliese Hager, "The Blue Spell" in Penelope Rosemont, op.cit. 268.

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