October 7, 2015:
Wail, Banba, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.
Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. There's music everywhere.
He is in my father. I am in his son. A basilisk. The tusk of the boar has wounded him there where love lies bleeding.