WANDERING ROCKS

"Plates: infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered cows. Lots of them like that at this moment all over the world. All butting with their skulls to get out of it. Child born every minute somewhere. Mrs Purefoy.
He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: Tales of the Ghetto by Leopold von Sacher Masoch.
- That I had, he said, pushing it by.
The shopman let two volumes fall on the counter.
- Them are two good ones, he said." (U10.586)