"The fragrance of the woods floats in; the place feels warm and cool. Sometimes I lie down and roll about in the passage with pure joy. When autumn sets in, to possess a burrow like mine, and a roof over your head, is a great fortune for anyone getting on in years. Every hundred yards I have widened the passages into little round cells; there I can curl myeslf up in comfort and lie warm. There I sleep the sweet sleep of tranquility, of satisfied desire, of achieved ambition."
-"The Burrow" by Franz Kafka Trans. Willa and Edwin Muir
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