I won’t eat you, you trembling thing. Not even if I were dying of hunger and sadness. Not even if I’d just woken up from the longest winter and there was nothing left to eat in the world, no, I wouldn’t eat you even then. I just want your fear. Scream. Louder. Scream! We roll along the ground and shots ring out. I’m blind with savagery. Blind with spleen. Blind with hunger after sleeping so long. Blind from the blows to the head, blinded to violence. Blind from my savage awakening.
