Fiver: There's something very queer about the warren this evening
Hazel: Is it dangerous?
Fiver: It's not exactly danger, it's... oh, I don't know. Something oppressive... like thunder.
Hazel: I feel it too. The lady in the cottage seems very strange and lonely. She is walking around talking to herself again.
Bigwig: Well I think the lady has really become very mean. She has taken all of the carrots out of the garden patch. There isn’t even one left. And today, she took a rutabaga.
Fiver: Really, then what is she doing with a rutabaga?
Bigwig: Last night she peeled it and stuck it between her legs. Back and forth. And she moans an awful lot. And calls out.
Hazel: Who does she call out for?
Bigwig: I don't really know. What is a Oh my God, Bissage?Hazel: I don't know.
Fiver: Me either.
Hazel: Maybe that is her God. She doesn’t seem to go to church like Farmer Brown. Maybe Bissage really is God.
Bigwig: Well whoever he is he seems to be wonderful.
Hazel: What a waste of a good rutabaga.
(Watership Down, 1972)
5 comments:
Rehab is for quitters.
But not rutabagas.
You have to be really "open" to the experiance if you know what I mean.
Is that Amy Whinehorse?
Indeed.
It also serves as a metaphor my good sir. I will let you figure it out.
No thanks Trooper. In world full of infinite mysteries, that one doesn't even figure.
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