![]() ![]() But "without the threat of punishment there is no joy in flight." He stays on willingly alone. Finally she is taken away and he is presumably free. His resentment of the woman who keeps him captive alternates with his combative sexual need for her (the elan vital versus "the beauty of sand which belonged to death.") His hopes of escape reduce but still he makes the attempt, only to be returned to her. There, in an inferno of heat and grit, the weeks pass. He is trapped in the house of a woman in an isolated village where the days are spent digging away the sand which threatens to bury them alive each night. ![]() Whatever interpretation beyond its seemingly excellent translation from the Japanese may be needed, this sepulchral tale follows the faint footprints of a dedicated antomologist who reaches the dunes to be pinioned there just as surely as the beetles he collects. ![]()
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