Pierre

Contains one long brain-muddling, soul-bewildering ambiguity, like Melchisedeck, without beginning or end - a labyrinth without a clue - an Irish bog without so much as a Jacko 'the' lantern to guide the wanderer's footsteps - the dream of a distempered stomach, disordered by a hasty supper on half-cooked pork chops.

Contine o lunga ambiguitate care incurca creierul, uluitoare de suflet, ca Melchisedeck, fara inceput sau sfarsit - un labirint fara indiciu - o mlastina irlandeza fara nici macar un felinar Jacko care sa ghideze pasii ratacitorului - visul unui ratacit. stomac, dezordonat de o cina grabita pe cotlete de porc pe jumatate gatite.