"On the Calculation of Volume I" kitabından sitat

. I chew and chew. There is munching and crunching and foaming at the 118 mouth. Drool running from the corners of my mouth. Down my chin. The rubbish piles up. Shelves grow barer and barer. The monster lurches on, day after day. Munching, crunching. When I chew my crispbread I hear the noise of it in my head