And this word plunged me into fury and I bared
my teeth under my hood and I leaned towards his
fresh neck and he didn't flinch at all, and I said:
–Why aren't you afraid of me?
Marcel Schwob, The Children's Crusade
A middle-aged man sat at the dining room table, drinking coffee after having finished a simple breakfast. He had not slept well. It would soon be morning, and he could see through the windows that the sky was no longer completely pitch-black.