Eva The Fugitive - pg. 24

What extreme toils do these spiders undertake; they become not only spoken words but tongues around the fire, and what is the dream that is hovering over them? And don't tell me that one of these days they will give me a mental breakdown, when already they represent an impending asphyxia. For otherwise they would not be the unexpected but inflexible vehicle of thoughts not yet wrenched from the abyss. From all this we may infer that these thoughts are neither its personification nor its precise impact but that they are the very center of things, a point as undesirable as it is unreachable. Therefore there is no problem in recognizing the imminence of this thing that with the best conditioning of the world is preparing to enter at last into the dream.