D. H. Lawrence,
Reflections on the death of a porcupine and other essays
(1925)
“ So the ragged, grey-and-black vulture sits hulked, motionless, like a hoary, foul piece of living rock, its naked head and neck sunk in, only the curved beak protruding, the naked eyelids lowered. Motionless, beyond life, it sits on the sterile heights.It does not sleep, it stays utterly static. When it spreads its great wings and floats down the air, still it is static, still this is the sleep, a dream-floating. When it rips up carrion and swallows it, it is still{86} the same dream-motion, static, beyond the inglutination. The naked, obscene head is always fast locked, like stone. ”
