"I love gazing into things. Can you imagine with me how glorious it is, for example, to see into a dog, in passing— into him… to ease oneself into the dog exactly at his center, the place out of which he exists as a dog, that place in him where God would, so to speak, have sat down for a moment when the dog was complete, in order to watch him at his first predicaments and notions and let him know with a nod that he was good, that he lacked nothing, that no better dog could be made. For a while one can endure being in the middle of the dog, but one has to be sure to jump out in time, before the world closes in around him completely, otherwise one would remain the dog within the dog and be lost to everything else."
— Rainer Maria Rilke, quoted in The New York Times in 1988
Omitting unneeded narrative details,
a madman's knight move —
A novel search in memory of the late
uncrowned crown prince of Albania—
Nabokov, Pale Fire
Related narratives—
Prose Tale and The Meadow.
Oh, and happy birthday to Woody Allen (76 today)—
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend.
Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." —Groucho Marx