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βBright red blood trickles and trails from the wounds, sullying everything as it flows. It oozes, warm, silent. Itβs so liquid. It runs incessantly. It reddens everything. And the blood keeps running. On and on. It runs and runs and runs and runs.β
β Elfriede Jelinek, tr. by Joachim Neugroschel, from βThe Piano Teacher,β

