Well, get along l'il doggie
There is a wall, not so much over there as right here, about an eighth of an inch from my nose. It curves around me. It's made of brick...all sorts, all kinds. There are bricks laid in English bond, with alternating courses of headers and stretchers, ranging in color from reddish brown to chipped umber. There is brickwork slathered with layers of patched and decaying plaster. There are bricks impressed with the marks of Roman legions, and the mortar between other bricks is mixed with a broth of barley and elm bark. There are relics impressed into the courses below that, every twelfth brick, and below them, mud bricks furred with the protruding ends of straw and marsh reeds. It is a wall the foundations of which date back to Çayönü and before.
And I must smash it into pieces.
Walk however you want to walk, and carry a big sledgehammer.
Posted by: Pea | November 12, 2007 01:52 PM