Algernon Blackwood,
The Face of the Earth
“ It cried with shrill, swishing rounds as it rushed through the fringe of bushes grew along the dizzy edge.“She cries for you, for you, for you! Ach! You are so privileged as that!” called out Finkelstein, the “crise” of his mania full upon him, and fairly dancing with excitement. “It is only young food she wants. She refuses me again. ...” And a lot more that Spinrobin did not understand.The whole thing, and the ghastly dementia of this crazy German was very clear to him now! ”
