из цикла "Бывают странные сближения"

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Как только я прочитал вот это:

None of us ultimately knows how he may end up on someone else's plate, or what mysteries are hidden in that other person's closed hand. Even if we turn to ichthyomancy and instruments for dissecting the mackerel, if we carefully take it apart and question the oracle of its entrails, we shall be unlikely to get an answer, for such things only look back at us blind and dumb - the grain in planed wood, the silver bracelet, the ageing skin, the broken eye - and tell us nothing of the fate of our own kind.

(W.G.Sebald, Scomber Scombrus, or the Common Mackerel),

как maxnicol рассказал всю правду про разделку и засолку сельди.

Впрочем, про смерть сегодня уже шёл разговор