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From Narcissus and Goldmund (1930):

“Run, dear friend, run as fast as you can, death is giving a party in the fields, run and see that your bones stay together, they’re trying to escape, they don’t want to stay with us. Oh, our poor bones, our poor throat and belly, our poor little scraps of brains under our skulls! It all wants to become free, it all wants to go to the devil, the crows are sitting in the trees, those black-frocked priests.”