Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

by Olga Tokarczuk

The old method for dealing with bad dreams is to tell them aloud above the toilet bowl, and then flush them away.

But when one takes a careful look at the people passing in the street, one might assume that many others have the same problem too, and haven’t done what they should with their lives either.

I noticed a pregnant girl sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper, and suddenly it occurred to me what a blessing it is to be ignorant. How could one possibly know all this and not miscarry?

Other people’s life stories are not a topic for debate. One should hear them out, and reciprocate in the same coin.

His oversized, faded jeans bulged unattractively on the buttocks.

Here I must add my own comment, that intellectual limitation and human cruelty know no bounds.