Emerging from a restful sleep, beset by monsters and other night terrors. I would wake, in the early hours of those early mornings, to broadcasts of terrifying collisions: ‘Sometimes a driver took a bend too sharply, sometimes a car skidded on the wet road and landed amongst the crowd’.
A tragedy by any measure; the reporters stormed the field: ‘in Eudoxus’ proofs by exhaustion, the meanings of the infinite are concealed’ –
What am I speaking of.
To put it plainly I am speaking, in fact, of. What I am
speaking of is war.