There stood the men in uniforms, in a row, and on the grass in front of them lay the neatly arranged corpses of Animals—Hares, one beside another, two Boars, one large, one smaller, some Deer and then a lot of Pheasants and Ducks, Mallards and Teals, like little dots, as if those Animals’ bodies were a sentence written to me, and the Birds formed a long ellipsis to say “this will go on and on.”
