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- The Burrow
- I have completed the construction of my burrow and it seems to be successful. All that
- can be seen from outside is a big hole; that, however, really leads nowhere; if you take a
- few steps you strike against natural firm rock. I can make no boast of having contrived this
- ruse intentionally; it is simply the remains of one of my many abortive building attempts,
- but finally it seemed to me advisable to leave this one hole without filling it in. True, some
- ruses are so subtle that they defeat themselves, I know that better than anyone, and it is
- certainly a risk to draw attention by this hole to the fact that there may be something in the
- vicinity worth inquiring into. But you do not know me if you think I am afraid, or that I built
- my burrow simply out of fear. At a distance of some thousand paces from this hole lies,
- covered by a movable layer of moss, the real entrance to the burrow; it is secured as
- safely as anything in this world can be secured; yet someone could step on the moss or
- break through it, and then my burrow would lie open, and anybody who liked -- please
- note, however, that quite uncommon abilities would also be required -- could make his way
- in and destroy everything for good. I know that very well, and even now, at the zenith of
- my life, I can scarcely pass an hour in complete tranquility; at that one point in the dark
- moss I am vulnerable, and in my dreams I often see a greedy muzzle sniffing around it
- persistently. It will be objected that I could quite well have filled in the entrance too, with a
- thin layer of hard earth on top and with loose soil further down, so that it would not cost me
- much trouble to dig my way out again whenever I liked. But that plan is impossible;
- prudence itself demands that I should have a way of leaving at a moment's notice if
- necessary, prudence itself demands, as alas! so often, to risk one's life. All this involves
- very laborious calculation, and the sheer pleasure of the mind in its own keenness is often
- the sole reason why one keeps it up. I must have a way of leaving at a moment's notice,
- for, despite all my vigilance, may I not be attacked from some quite unexpected quarter? I
- live in peace in the inmost chamber of my house, and meanwhile the enemy may be
- burrowing his way slowly and stealthily straight toward me. I do not say that he has a
- better scent than I; probably he knows as little about me as I of him. But there are
- insatiable robbers who burrow blindly through the ground, and to whom the very size of my
- house gives the hope of hitting by chance on some of its far-flung passages. I certainly
- have the advantage of being in my own house and knowing all the passages and how they
- run. A robber may very easily become my victim and a succulent one too. But I am
- growing old; I am not as strong as many others, and my enemies are countless; it could
- well happen that in flying from one enemy I might run into the jaws of another. Anything
- might happen! In any case I must have the confident knowledge that somewhere there is
- an exit easy to reach and quite free, where I have to do nothing whatever to get out, so
- that I might never -- Heaven shield us! -- suddenly feel the teeth of the pursuer in my flank
- while I am desperately burrowing away, even if it is at loose easy soil. And it is not only by
- external enemies that I am threatened. There are also enemies in the bowels of the earth.
- I have never seen them, but legend tells of them and I firmly believe in them. They are
- creatures of the inner earth; not even legend can describe them. Their very victims can
- scarcely have seen them; they come, you hear the scratching of their claws just under you
- in the ground, which is their element, and already you are lost. Here it is of no avail to
- console yourself with the thought that you are in your own house; far rather are you in
- theirs. Not even my exit could save me from them; indeed in all probability it would not
- save me in any case, but rather betray me; yet it is a hope, and I cannot live without it.
- Apart from this main exit I am also connected with the outer world by quite narrow,
- tolerably safe passages which provide me with good fresh air to breathe. They are the
- work of the field mice. I have made judicious use of them, transforming them into an
- organic part of my burrow. They also give me the possibility of scenting things from afar,
- and thus serve as a protection. All sorts of small fry, too, come running through them, and I
- devour these; so I can have a certain amount of subterranean hunting, sufficient for a
- modest way of life, without leaving my burrow at all; and that is naturally a great
- advantage.
- But the most beautiful thing about my burrow is the stillness. Of course, that is deceptive.
- At any moment it may be shattered and then all will be over. For the time being, however,
- the silence is still with me. For hours I can stroll through my passages and hear nothing
- except the rustling of some little creature, which I immediately reduce to silence between
- my jaws, or the pattering of soil, which draws my attention to the need for repair; otherwise
- all is still. The fragrance of the woods floats in; the place feels both warm and cool.
- Sometimes I lie down and roll about in the passage with pure joy. When autumn sets in, to
- possess a burrow like mine, and a roof over your head, is great good fortune for anyone
- getting on in years. Every hundred yards I have widened the passages into little round
- cells; there I can curl myself up in comfort and lie warm. There I sleep the sweet sleep of
- tranquility, of satisfied desire, of achieved ambition; for I possess a house. I do not know
- whether it is a habit that still persists from former days, or whether the perils even of this
- house of mine are great enough to awaken me; but invariably every now and then I start
- up out of profound sleep and listen, listen into the stillness which reigns here unchanged
- day and night, smile contentedly, and then sink with loosened limbs into still profounder
- sleep. Poor homeless wanderers in the roads and woods, creeping for warmth into a heap
- of leaves or a herd of their comrades, delivered to all the perils of heaven and earth! I lie
- here in a room secured on every side -- there are more than fifty such rooms in my burrow
- -- and pass as much of my time as I choose between dozing and unconscious sleep.
- Not quite in the center of the burrow, carefully chosen to serve as a refuge in case of
- extreme danger from siege if not from immediate pursuit, lies the chief cell. While all the
- rest of the burrow is the outcome rather of intense intellectual than of physical labor, this
- Castle Keep was fashioned by the most arduous labor of my whole body. Several times, in
- the despair brought on by physical exhaustion, I was on the point of giving up the whole
- business, flung myself down panting and cursed the burrow, dragged myself outside and
- left the place lying open to all the world. I could afford to do that, for I had no longer any
- wish to return to it, until at last, after four hours or days, back I went repentantly, and when
- I saw that the burrow was unharmed I could almost have raised a hymn of thanksgiving,
- and in sincere gladness of heart started on the work anew. My labors on the Castle Keep
- were also made harder, and unnecessarily so (unnecessarily in that the burrow derived no
- real benefit from those labors), by the fact that just at the place where, according to my
- calculations, the Castle Keep should be, the soil was very loose and sandy and had
- literally to be hammered and pounded into a firm state to serve as a wall for the beautifully
- vaulted chamber. But for such tasks the only tool I possess is my forehead. So I had to run
- with my forehead thousands and thousands of times, for whole days and nights, against
- the ground, and I was glad when the blood came, for that was a proof that the walls were
- beginning to harden; and in that way, as everybody must admit, I richly paid for my Castle
- Keep.
- In the Castle Keep I assemble my stores; everything over and above my daily wants that
- I capture inside the burrow, and everything I bring back with me from my hunting
- expeditions outside, I pile up here. The place is so spacious that food for half a year
- scarcely fills it. Consequently I can divide up my stores, walk about among them, play with
- them, enjoy their plenty and their various smells, and reckon up exactly how much they
- represent. That done, I can always arrange accordingly, and make my calculations and
- hunting plans for the future, taking into account the season of the year. There are times
- when I am so well provided for that in my indifference to food I never even touch the
- smaller fry that scuttle about the burrow, which, however, is probably imprudent of me. My
- constant preoccupation with defensive measures involves a frequent alteration or
- modification, though within narrow limits, of my views on how the building can best be
- organized for that end. Then it sometimes seems risky to make the Castle Keep the basis
- of defense; the ramifications of the burrow present me with manifold possibilities, and it
- seems more in accordance with prudence to divide up my stores somewhat, and put part
- of them in certain of the smaller rooms; thereupon I mark off every third room, let us say,
- as a reserve storeroom, or every fourth room as a main and every second as an auxiliary
- storeroom, and so forth. Or I ignore certain passages altogether and store no food in them,
- so as to throw any enemy off the scent, or I choose quite at random a very few rooms
- according to their distance from the main exit. Each of these new plans involves of course
- heavy work; I have to make my calculations and then carry my stores to their new places.
- True, I can do that at my leisure and without any hurry, and it is not at all unpleasant to
- carry such good food in your jaws, to lie down and rest whenever you like, and to nibble an
- occasional tasty tidbit. But it is not so pleasant when, as sometimes happens, you
- suddenly fancy, starting up from your sleep, that the present distribution of your stores is
- completely and totally wrong, might lead to great dangers, and must be set right at once,
- no matter how tired or sleepy you may be; then I rush, then I fly, then I have no time for
- calculation; and although I was about to execute a perfectly new, perfectly exact plan, I
- now seize whatever my teeth hit upon and drag it or carry it away, sighing, groaning,
- stumbling, and even the most haphazard change in the present situation, which seems so
- terribly dangerous, can satisfy me. Until little by little full wakefulness sobers me, and I can
- hardly understand my panic haste, breathe in deeply the tranquility of my house, which I
- myself have disturbed, return to my resting place, fall asleep at once in a new-won
- exhaustion, and on awakening find hanging from my jaws, say, a rat, as indubitable proof
- of night labors which already seem almost unreal. Then again there are times when the
- storing of all my food in one place seems the best plan of all. Of what use to me could my
- stores in the smaller rooms be, how much could I store there in any case? And whatever I
- put there would block the passage, and be a greater hindrance than help to me if I were
- pursued and had to fly. Besides, it is stupid but true that one's self-conceit suffers if one
- cannot see all one's stores together, and so at one glance know how much one
- possesses. And in dividing up my food in those various ways might not a great deal get
- lost? I can't be always scouring through all my passages and cross-passages so as to
- make sure that everything is in order. The idea of dividing up my stores is of course a good
- one, but only if one had several rooms similar to my Castle Keep. Several such rooms!
- Indeed! And who is to build them? In any case, they could not be worked into the general
- plan of my burrow at this late stage. But I will admit that that is a fault in my burrow; it is
- always a fault to have only one piece of anything. And I confess too that during the whole
- time I was constructing the burrow a vague idea that I should have more such cells stirred
- in my mind, vaguely, yet clearly enough if I had only welcomed it; I did not yield to it, I felt
- too feeble for the enormous labor it would involve, more, I felt too feeble even to admit to
- myself the necessity for that labor, and comforted myself as best I could with the vague
- hope that a building which in any other case would clearly be inadequate, would in my own
- unique, exceptional, favored case suffice, presumably because providence was interested
- in the preservation of my forehead, that unique instrument. So I have only one Castle
- Keep, but my dark premonitions that one would not suffice have faded. However that may
- be, I must content myself with the one big chamber, the smaller ones are simply no
- substitute for it, and so, when this conviction has grown on me, I begin once more to haul
- all my stores back from them to the Castle Keep. For some time afterwards I find a certain
- comfort in having all the passages and rooms free, in seeing my stores growing in the
- Castle Keep and emitting their variegated and mingled smells, each of which delights me
- in its own fashion, and every one of which I can distinguish even at a distance, as far as
- the very remotest passages. Then I usually enjoy periods of particular tranquility, in which I
- change my sleeping place by stages, always working in toward the center of the burrow,
- always steeping myself more profoundly in the mingled smells, until at last I can no longer
- restrain myself and one night rush into the Castle Keep, mightily fling myself upon my
- stores, and glut myself with the best that I can seize until I am completely gorged. Happy
- but dangerous hours; anyone who knew how to exploit them could destroy me with ease
- and without any risk. Here too the absence of a second or third large storeroom works to
- my detriment; for it is the single huge accumulated mass of food that seduces me. I try to
- guard myself in various ways against this danger; the distribution of my stores in the
- smaller rooms is really one of these expedients; but unfortunately, like other such
- expedients, it leads through renunciation to still greater greed, which, overruling my
- intelligence, makes me arbitrarily alter my plans of defense to suit its ends.
- To regain my composure after such lapses I make a practice of reviewing the burrow,
- and after the necessary improvements have been carried out, frequently leave it, though
- only for a short spell. Even at such moments the hardship of being without it for a long time
- seems too punitive to me, yet I recognize clearly the need for occasional short excursions.
- It is always with a certain solemnity that I approach the exit again. During my spells of
- home life I avoid it, steer clear even of the outer windings of the corridor that leads to it;
- besides, it is no easy job to wander about out there, for I have contrived there a whole little
- maze of passages; it was there that I began my burrow, at a time when I had no hope of
- ever completing it according to my plans; I began, half in play, at that corner, and so my
- first joy in labor found riotous satisfaction there in a labyrinthine burrow which at the time
- seemed to me the crown of all burrows, but which I judge today, perhaps with more justice,
- to be too much of an idle tour de force, not really worthy of the rest of the burrow, and
- though perhaps theoretically brilliant -- here is my main entrance, I said in those days,
- ironically addressing my invisible enemies and seeing them all already caught and stifled
- in the outer labyrinth -- is in reality a flimsy piece of jugglery that would hardly withstand a
- serious attack or the struggles of an enemy fighting for his life. Should I reconstruct this
- part of my burrow? I keep on postponing the decision, and the labyrinth will probably
- remain as it is. Apart from the sheer hard work that I should have to face, the task would
- also be the most dangerous imaginable. When I began the burrow I could work away at it
- in comparative peace of mind, the risk wasn't much greater than any other risk; but to
- attempt that today would be to draw the whole world's attention, and gratuitously, to my
- burrow; today the whole thing is impossible. I am almost glad of that, for I still have a
- certain sentiment about this first achievement of mine. And if a serious attack were
- attempted, what pattern of entrance at all would be likely to save me? An entrance can
- deceive, can lead astray, can give the attacker no end of worry, and the present one too
- can do that at a pinch. But a really serious attack has to be met by an instantaneous
- mobilization of all the resources in the burrow and all the forces of my body and soul -- that
- is self-evident. So this entrance can very well remain where it is. The burrow has so many
- unavoidable defects imposed by natural causes that it can surely stand this one defect for
- which I am responsible, and which I recognize as a defect, even if only after the event. In
- spite of that, however, I do not deny that this fault worries me from time to time, indeed
- always. If on my customary rounds I avoid this part of the burrow, the fundamental reason
- is that the sight of it is painful to me, because I don't want to be perpetually reminded of a
- defect in my house, even if that defect is only too disturbingly present in my mind. Let it
- continue to exist ineradicably at the entrance; I can at least refuse to look at it as long as
- that is possible. If I merely walk in the direction of the entrance, even though I may be
- separated from it by several passages and rooms, I find myself sensing an atmosphere of
- great danger, actually as if my hair were growing thin and in a moment might fly off and
- leave me bare and shivering, exposed to the howls of my enemies. Yes, the mere thought
- of the door itself, the end of the domestic protection, brings such feelings with it, yet it is
- the labyrinth leading up to it that torments me most of all. Sometimes I dream, that I have
- reconstructed it, transformed it completely, quickly, in a night, with a giant's strength,
- nobody having noticed, and now it is impregnable; the nights in which such dreams come
- to me are the sweetest I know, tears of joy and deliverance still glisten on my beard when I
- awaken.
- So I must thread the tormenting complications of this labyrinth physically as well as
- mentally whenever I go out, and I am both exasperated and touched when, as sometimes
- happens, I lose myself for a moment in my own maze, and the work of my hands seems to
- be still doing its best to prove its sufficiency to me, its maker, whose final judgment has
- long since been passed on it. But then I find myself beneath the mossy covering, which
- has been left untouched for so long -- for I stay for long spells in my house -- that it has
- grown fast to the soil around it, and now only a little push with my head is needed and I am
- in the upper world. For a long time I do not dare to make that little movement, and if it were
- not that I would have to traverse the labyrinth once more, I would certainly leave the matter
- for the time being and turn back again. Just think. Your house is protected and
- self-sufficient. You live in peace, warm, well nourished, master, sole master of all your
- manifold passages and rooms, and all this you are prepared -- not to give up, of course --
- but to risk it, so to speak; you nurse the confident hope, certainly, that you will regain it; yet
- is it not a dangerous, a far too dangerous stake that you are playing for? Can there be any
- reasonable grounds for such a step? No, for such acts as these there can be no
- reasonable grounds. But all the same, I then cautiously raise the trap door and slip
- outside, let it softly fall back again, and fly as fast as I can from the treacherous spot.
- Yet I am not really free. True, I am no longer confined by narrow passages, but hunt
- through the open woods, and feel new powers awakening in my body for which there was
- no room, as it were, in the burrow, not even in the Castle Keep, though it had been ten
- times as big. The food too is better up here; though hunting is more difficult, success more
- rare, the results are more valuable from every point of view; I do not deny all this; I
- appreciate it and take advantage of it at least as fully as anyone else, and probably more
- fully, for I do not hunt like a vagrant out of mere idleness or desperation, but calmly and
- methodically. Also I am not permanently doomed to this free life, for I know that my term is
- measured, that I do not have to hunt here forever, and that, whenever I am weary of this
- life and wish to leave it, Someone, whose invitation I shall not be able to withstand, will, so
- to speak, summon me to him. And so I can pass my time here quite without care and in
- complete enjoyment, or rather I could, and yet I cannot. My burrow takes up too much of
- my thoughts. I fled from the entrance fast enough, but soon I am back at it again. I seek
- out a good hiding place and keep watch on the entrance of my house -- this time from
- outside -- for whole days and nights. Call it foolish if you like; it gives me infinite pleasure
- and reassures me. At such times it is as if I were not so much looking at my house as at
- myself sleeping, and had the joy of being in a profound slumber and simultaneously of
- keeping vigilant guard over myself. I am privileged, as it were, not only to dream about the
- specters of the night in all the helplessness and blind trust of sleep, but also at the same
- time to confront them in actuality with the calm judgment of the fully awake. And strangely
- enough I discover that my situation is not so bad as I had often thought, and will probably
- think again when I return to my house. In this connection -- it may be in others too, but in
- this one especially -- these excursions of mine are truly indispensable. Carefully as I have
- chosen an out-of-the-way place for my door, the traffic that passes it is nevertheless, if one
- takes a week's observation, very great; but so it is, no doubt, in all inhabited regions, and
- probably it is actually better to hazard the risks of dense traffic, whose very impetus carries
- it past, than to be delivered in complete solitude to the first persistently searching intruder.
- Here enemies are numerous and their allies and accomplices still more numerous, but
- they fight one another, and while thus employed rush past my burrow without noticing it. In
- all my time I have never seen anyone investigating the actual door of my house, which is
- fortunate both for me and for him, for I would certainly have launched myself at his throat,
- forgetting everything else in my anxiety for the burrow. True, creatures come, in whose
- vicinity I dare not remain, and from whom I have to fly as soon as I scent them in the
- distance; on their attitude to the burrow I really can't pronounce with certainty, but it is at
- least a reassurance that when I presently return I never find any of them there, and the
- entrance is undamaged. There have been happy periods in which I could almost assure
- myself that the enmity of the world toward me had ceased or been assuaged, or that the
- strength of the burrow had raised me above the destructive struggle of former times. The
- burrow has probably protected me in more ways than I thought or dared think while I was
- inside it. This fancy used to have such a hold over me that sometimes I have been seized
- by the childish desire never to return to the burrow again, but to settle down somewhere
- close to the entrance, to pass my life watching the entrance, and gloat perpetually upon
- the reflection -- and in that find my happiness -- how steadfast a protection my burrow
- would be if I were inside it. Well, one is soon roughly awakened from childish dreams.
- What does this protection which I am looking at here from the outside amount to after all?
- Dare I estimate the danger which I run inside the burrow from observations which I make
- when outside? Can my enemies, to begin with, have any proper awareness of me if I am
- not in my burrow? A certain awareness of me they certainly have, but not full awareness.
- And is not that full awareness the real definition of a state of danger? So the experiments I
- attempt here are only half-experiments or even less, calculated merely to reassure my
- fears and by giving me false reassurance to lay me open to great perils. No, I do not watch
- over my own sleep, as I imagined; rather it is I who sleep, while the destroyer watches.
- Perhaps he is one of those who pass the entrance without seeming to notice it, concerned
- merely to ascertain, just like myself, that the door is still untouched and waits for their
- attack, and only pass because they know that the master of the house is out, or because
- they are quite aware that he is guilelessly lying on the watch in the bushes close by. And I
- leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that
- there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a
- last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let
- things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils. But spoiled by
- seeing for such a long time everything that happened around the entrance, I find great
- difficulty in summoning the resolution to carry out the actual descent, which might easily
- draw anyone's attention, and without knowing what is happening behind my back and
- behind the door after it is fastened. I take advantage of stormy nights to get over the
- necessary preliminaries, and quickly bundle in my spoil; that seems to have come off, but
- whether it has really come off will only be known when I myself have made the descent; it
- will be known, but not by me, or by me, but too late. So I give up the attempt and do not
- make the descent. I dig an experimental burrow, naturally at a good distance from the real
- entrance, a burrow just as long as myself, and seal it also with a covering of moss. I creep
- into my hole, close it after me, wait patiently, keep vigil for long or short spells, and at
- various hours of the day, then fling off the moss, issue from my hole, and summarize my
- observations. These are extremely heterogeneous, and both good and bad; but I have
- never been able to discover a universal principle or an infallible method of descent. In
- consequence of all this I have not yet summoned the resolution to make my actual
- descent, and am thrown into despair at the necessity of doing it soon. I almost screw
- myself to the point of deciding to emigrate to distant parts and take up my old comfortless
- life again, which had no security whatever, but was one indiscriminate succession of perils,
- yet in consequence prevented one from perceiving and fearing particular perils, as I am
- constantly reminded by comparing my secure burrow with ordinary life. Certainly such a
- decision would be an arrant piece of folly, produced simply by living too long in senseless
- freedom; the burrow is still mine, I have only to take a single step and I am safe. And I tear
- myself free from all my doubts and by broad daylight rush to the door, quite resolved to
- raise it now; but I cannot, I rush past it and fling myself into a thorn bush, deliberately, as a
- punishment, a punishment for some sin I do not know of. Then, at the last moment, I am
- forced to admit to myself that I was right after all, and that it was really impossible to go
- down into the burrow without exposing the thing I love best, for a little while at least, to all
- my enemies, on the ground, in the trees, in the air. And the danger is by no means a
- fanciful one, but very real. It need not be any particular enemy that is provoked to pursue
- me, it may very well be some chance innocent little creature, some disgusting little beast
- which follows me out of curiosity, and thus, without knowing it, becomes the leader of all
- the world against me; nor need it be even that, it may be -- and that would be just as bad,
- indeed in some respects worse -- it may be someone of my own kind, a connoisseur and
- prizer of burrows, a hermit, a lover of peace, but all the same a filthy scoundrel who wishes
- to be housed where he has not built. If he were actually to arrive now, if in his obscene lust
- he were to discover the entrance and set about working at it, lifting the moss; if he were
- actually to succeed, if he were actually to wriggle his way in in my stead, until only his
- hindquarters still showed; if all this were actually to happen, so that at last, casting all
- prudence to the winds, I might in my blind rage leap on him, maul him, tear the flesh from
- his bones, destroy him, drink his blood, and fling his corpse among the rest of my spoil, but
- above all -- that is the main thing -- were at last back in my burrow once more, I would
- have it in my heart to greet the labyrinth itself with rapture; but first I would draw the moss
- covering over me, and I would want to rest, it seems to me, for all the remainder of my life.
- But nobody comes and I am left to my own resources. Perpetually obsessed by the sheer
- difficulty of the attempt, I lose much of my timidity, I no longer attempt even to appear to
- avoid the entrance, but make a hobby of prowling around it; by now it is almost as if I were
- the enemy spying out a suitable opportunity for successfully breaking in. If I only had
- someone I could trust to keep watch at post of observation; then of course I could descend
- in perfect peace of mind. I would make an agreement with this trusty confederate of mine
- that he would keep a careful note of the state of things during my descent and for quite a
- long time afterwards, and if he saw any sign of danger knock on the moss covring, and if
- he saw nothing do nothing. With that a clean sweep would be made of all my fears, no
- residue would be left, or at most my confidant. For would he not demand some
- counter-service from me; would he not at least want to see the burrow? That in itself, to let
- anyone freely into my burrow, would be exquisitely painful to me. I built it for myself, not for
- visitors, and I think I would refuse to admit him, not even though he alone made it possible
- for me to get into the burrow would I let him in. But I simply could not admit him, for either I
- must let him go in first by himself, which is simply unimaginable, or we must both descend
- at the same time, in which case the advantage I am supposed to derive from him, that of
- being kept watch over, would be lost. And what trust can I really put in him? Can I trust
- one whom I have had under my eyes just as fully when I can't see him, and the moss
- covering separates us? It is comparatively easy to trust anyone if you are supervising him
- or at least can supervise him; perhaps it is possible even to trust someone at a distance;
- but completely to trust someone outside the burrow when you are inside the burrow, that
- is, in a different world, that, it seems to me, is impossible. But such considerations are not
- in the least necessary; the mere reflection is enough that during or after my descent one of
- the countless accidents of existence might prevent my confidant from fulfilling his duty, and
- what incalculable results might not the smallest accident of that kind have for me? No, if
- one takes it by and large, I have no right to complain that I am alone and have nobody that
- I can trust. I certainly lose nothing by that and probably spare myself trouble. I can only
- trust myself and my burrow. I should have thought of that before and taken measures to
- meet the difficulty that worries me so much now. When I began the burrow it would at least
- have been partly possible. I should have so constructed the first passage that it had two
- entrances at a moderate distance from each other, so that after descending through the
- one entrance with that slowness which is unavoidable, I might rush at once through the
- passage to the second entrance, slightly raise the moss covering, which would be so
- arranged as to make that easy, and from there keep watch on the position for several days
- and nights. That would have been the only right way of doing it. True, the two entrances
- would double the risk, but that consideration need not delay me, for one of the entrances,
- serving merely as a post of observation, could be quite narrow. And with that I lose myself
- in a maze of technical speculations, I begin once more to dream my dream of a completely
- perfect burrow, and that somewhat calms me; with closed eyes I behold with delight
- perfect or almost perfect structural devices for enabling me to slip out and in unobserved.
- While I lie there thinking such things I admire these devices very greatly, but only as
- technical achievements, not as real advantages; for this freedom to slip out and in at will,
- what does it amount to? It is the mark of a restless nature, of inner uncertainty,
- disreputable desires, evil propensities that seem still worse when one thinks of the burrow,
- which is there at one's hand and can flood one with peace if one only remains quite open
- and receptive to it. For the present, however, I am outside it seeking some possibility of
- returning, and for that the necessary technical devices would be very desirable. But
- perhaps not so very desirable after all. Is it not a very grave injustice to the burrow to
- regard it in moments of nervous panic as a mere hole into which one can creep and be
- safe? Certainly it is a hole among other things, and a safe one, or should be, and when I
- picture myself in the midst of danger, then I insist with clenched teeth and all my will that
- the burrow should be nothing but a hole set apart to save me, and that it should fufill that
- clearly defined function with the greatest possible efficiency, and I am ready to absolve it
- from every other duty. Now the truth of the matter -- and one has no eye for that in times of
- great peril, and only by a great effort even in times when danger is threatening -- is that in
- reality the burrow does provide a considerable degree of security, but by no means
- enough, for is one ever free from anxieties inside it? These anxieties are different from
- ordinary ones, prouder, richer in content, often long repressed, but in their destructive
- effects they are perhaps much the same as the anxieties that existence in the outer world
- gives rise to. Had I constructed the burrow exclusively to assure my safety I would not
- have been disappointed, it is true; nevertheless the relation between the enormous labor
- involved and the actual security it would provide, at least insofar as I could feel it and profit
- by it, would not have been in my favor. It is extremely painful to have to admit such things
- to oneself, but one is forced to do it, confronted by that entrance over there which now
- literally locks and bars itself against me, the builder and possessor. Yet the burrow is not a
- mere hole for taking refuge in. When I stand in the Castle Keep surrounded by my piled-up
- stores, surveying the ten passages which begin there, raised and sunken passages,
- vertical and rounded passages, wide and narrow passages, as the general plan dictates,
- and all alike still and empty, ready by their various routes to conduct me to all the other
- rooms, which are also still and empty -- then all thought of mere safety is far from my mind,
- then I know that here is my castle, which I have wrested from the refractory soil with tooth
- and claw, with pounding and hammering blows, my castle which can never belong to
- anyone else, and is so essentially mine that I can calmly accept in it even my enemy's
- mortal stroke at the final hour, for my blood will ebb away here in my own soil and not be
- lost. And what but that is the meaning of the blissful hours which I pass, now peacefully
- slumbering, now happily keeping watch, in these passages, these passages which suit me
- so well, where one can stretch oneself out in comfort, roll about in childish delight, lie and
- dream, or sink into blissful sleep. And the smaller rooms, each familiar to me, so familiar
- that in spite of their complete similarity I can clearly distinguish one from the other with my
- eyes shut by the mere feel of the wall: they enclose me more peacefully and warmly than a
- bird is enclosed in its nest. And all, all still and empty.
- But if that is the case, why do I hang back? Why do I dread the thought of the intruding
- enemy more than the possibility of never seeing my burrow again? Well, the latter
- alternative is fortunately an impossibility; there is no need for me even to take thought to
- know what the burrow means to me; I and the burrow belong so indissolubly together that
- in spite of all my fears I could make myself quite comfortable out here, and not even need
- to overcome my repugnance and open the door; I could be quite content to wait here
- passively, for nothing can part us for long, and somehow or other I shall quite certainly find
- myself in my burrow again. But on the other hand how much time may pass before then,
- and how many things may happen in that time, up here no less than down there? And it
- lies with me solely to curtail that interval and to do what is necessary at once.
- And then, too exhausted to be any longer capable of thought, my head hanging, my legs
- trembling with fatigue, half asleep, feeling my way rather than walking, I approach the
- entrance, slowly raise the moss covering, slowly descend, leaving the door open in my
- distraction for a needlessly long time, and presently remember my omission, and get out
- again to make it good -- but what need was there to get out for that? All that was needed
- was to draw to the moss covering; right; so I creep in again and now at last draw to the
- moss covering. Only in this state, and in this state alone, can I achieve my descent. So at
- last I lie down beneath the moss on the top of my bloodstained spoil and can now enjoy
- my longed-for sleep. Nothing disturbs me, no one has tracked me down, above the moss
- everything seems to be quiet thus far at least, but even if all were not quiet I question
- whether I could stop to keep watch now; I have changed my place, I have left the upper
- world and am in my burrow, and I feel its effect at once. It is a new world, endowing me
- with new powers, and what I felt as fatigue up there is no longer that here. I have returned
- from a journey dog-tired with my wanderings, but the sight of the old house, the thought of
- all the things that are waiting to be done, the necessity at least to cast a glance at all the
- rooms, but above all to make my way immediately to the Castle Keep; all this transforms
- my fatigue into ardent zeal; it is as though at the moment when I set foot in the burrow I
- had wakened from a long and profound sleep. My first task is a very laborious one and
- requires all my attention; I mean getting my spoil through the narrow and thin-walled
- passages of the labyrinth. I shove with all my might, and the work gets done too, but far
- too slowly for me; to hasten it I drag part of my flesh supply back again and push my way
- over it and through it; now I have only a portion of my spoil before me and it is easier to
- make progress; but my road is so blocked by all this flesh in these narrow passages,
- through which it is not always easy for me to make my way even when I am alone, that I
- could quite easily smother among my own stores; sometimes I can only rescue myself
- from their pressure by eating and drinking a clear space for myself. But the work of
- transport is successful, I finish it in quite a reasonable time, the labyrinth is behind me, I
- reach an ordinary passage and breathe freely, push my spoil through a communication
- passage into a main passage expressly designed for the purpose, a passage sloping down
- steeply to the Castle Keep. What is left to be done is not really work at all; my whole load
- rolls and flows down the passage almost of itself. The Castle Keep at last! At last I can
- dare to rest. Everything is unchanged, no great mishap seems to have occurred, the few
- little defects that I note at a first glance can soon be repaired; first, however, I must go my
- long round of all the passages, but that is no hardship, that is merely to commune again
- with friends, as I often did in the old days or -- I am not so very old yet, but my memory of
- many things is already quite confused -- as I often did, or as I have often heard that it was
- done. Now I begin with the second passage, purposefully slow, now that I have seen the
- Castle Keep I have endless time -- inside the burrow I always have endless time -- for
- everything I do there is good and important and satisfies me somehow. I begin with the
- second passage, but break off in the middle and turn into the third passage and let it take
- me back again to the Castle Keep, and now of course I have to begin at the second
- passage once more, and so I play with my task and lengthen it out and smile to myself and
- enjoy myself and become quite dazed with all the work in front of me, but never think of
- turning aside from it. It is for your sake, ye passages and rooms, and you, Castle Keep,
- above all, that I have come back, counting my own life as nothing in the balance, after
- stupidly trembling for it for so long, and postponing my return to you. What do I care for
- danger now that I am with you? You belong to me, I to you, we are united; what can harm
- us? What if my foes should be assembling even now up above there and their muzzles be
- preparing to break through the moss? And with its silence and emptiness the burrow
- answers me, confirming my words. But now a feeling of lassitude overcomes me and in
- some favorite room I curl myself up tentatively, I have not yet surveyed everything by a
- long way, though still resolved to examine everything to the very end; I have no intention of
- sleeping here, I have merely yielded to the temptation of making myself comfortable and
- pretending I want to sleep, I merely wish to find out if this is as good a place for sleeping
- as it used to be. It is, but it is a better place for sleep than for waking, and I remain lying
- where I am in deep slumber.
- I must have slept for a long time. I was only wakened when I had reached the last light
- sleep which dissolves of itself, and it must have been very light, for it was an almost
- inaudible whistling noise that wakened me. I recognized what it was immediately; the small
- fry, whom I had allowed far too much latitude, had burrowed a new channel somewhere
- during my absence, this channel must have chanced to intersect an older one, the air was
- caught there, and that produced the whistling noise. What an indefatigably busy lot these
- small fry are, and what a nuisance their diligence can be! First I shall have to listen at the
- walls of my passages and locate the place of disturbance by experimental excavations,
- and only then will I be able to get rid of the noise. However, this new channel may be quite
- welcome as a further means of ventilation, if it can be fitted into the plan of the burrow. But
- after this I shall keep a much sharper eye on the small fry than I used to; I shall spare none
- of them.
- As I have a good deal of experience in investigations of this kind the work probably will
- not take me long and I can start upon it at once; there are other jobs awaiting me, it is true,
- but this is the most urgent. I must have silence in my passages. This noise, however, is a
- comparatively innocent one; I did not hear it at all when I first arrived, although it must
- certainly have been there; I must first feel quite at home before I could hear it; it is, so to
- speak, audible only to the ear of the householder. And it is not even constant, as such
- noises usually are; there are long pauses, obviously caused by stoppages of the current of
- air. I start on my investigations, but I can't find the right place to begin at, and though I cut
- a few trenches I do it at random; naturally that has no effect, and the hard work of digging
- and the still harder work of filling the trenches up again and beating the earth firm is so
- much labor lost. I don't seem to be getting any nearer to the place where the noise is, it
- goes on always on the same thin note, with regular pauses, now a sort of whistling, but
- again like a kind of piping. Now I could leave it to itself for the time being; it is very
- disturbing, certainly, but there can hardly be any doubt that its origin is what I took it to be
- at first; so it can scarcely become louder, on the contrary, such noises may quite well --
- though until now I have never had to wait so long for that to happen -- may quite well
- vanish of themselves in the course of time through the continued labors of these little
- burrowers; and apart from that, often chance itself puts one on the track of the
- disturbance, where systematic investigation has failed for a long time. In such ways I
- comfort myself, and resolve simply to continue my tour of the passages, and visit the
- rooms, many of which I have not even seen yet since my return, and enjoy myself
- contemplating the Castle Keep now and then between times; but my anxiety will not let
- me, and I must go on with my search. These little creatures take up much, far too much,
- time that could be better employed. In such cases as the present it is usually the technical
- problem that attracts me; for example, from the noise, which my ear can distinguish in all
- its finest shades, so that it has a perfectly clear outline to me, I deduce its cause, and now
- I am on fire to discover whether my conclusion is valid. And with good reason, for as long
- as that is not established I cannot feel safe, even if it were merely a matter of discovering
- where a grain of sand that had fallen from one of the walls had rolled to. And a noise such
- as this is by no means a trifling matter, regarded from that angle. But whether trifling or
- important, I can find nothing, no matter how hard I search, or it may be that I find too
- much. This had to happen just in my favorite room, I think to myself, and I walk a fair
- distance away from it, almost halfway along the passage leading to the next room; I do this
- more as a joke, pretending to myself that my favorite room is not alone to blame, but that
- there are disturbances elsewhere as well, and with a smile on my face I begin to listen; but
- soon I stop smiling, for, right enough, the same whistling meets me here too. It is really
- nothing to worry about; sometimes I think that nobody but myself would hear it; it is true, I
- hear it now more and more distinctly, for my ear has grown keener through practice;
- though in reality it is exactly the same noise wherever I may hear it, as I have convinced
- myself by comparing my impressions. Nor is it growing louder; I recognize this when I
- listen in the middle of the passage instead of pressing my ear against the wall. Then it is
- only with an effort, indeed with great intentness, that I can more guess at than hear the
- merest trace of a noise now and then. But it is this very uniformity of the noise everywhere
- that disturbs me most, for it cannot be made to agree with my original assumption. Had I
- rightly divined the cause of the noise, then it must have issued with greatest force from
- some given place, which it would be my task to discover, and after that have grown fainter
- and fainter. But if my hypothesis does not meet the case, what can the explanation be?
- There still remains the possibility that there are two noises, that up to now I have been
- listening at a good distance from the two centers, and that while its noise increases, when
- I draw near to one of them, the total result remains approximately the same for the ear in
- consequence of the lessening volume of sound from the other center. Already I have
- almost fancied sometimes, when I have listened carefully, that I could distinguish, if very
- indistinctly, differences of tone which support this new assumption. In any case I must
- extend my sphere of investigation much farther than I have done. Accordingly I descend
- the passage to the Castle Keep and begin to listen there. Strange, the same noise there
- too. Now it is a noise produced by the burrowing of some species of small fry who have
- infamously exploited my absence; in any case they have no intention of doing me harm,
- they are simply busied with their own work, and so long as no obstacle comes in their way
- they will keep on in the direction they have taken: I know all this, yet that they should have
- dared to approach the very Castle Keep itself is incomprehensible to me and fills me with
- agitation, and confuses the faculties which I need so urgently for the work before me. Here
- I have no wish to discover whether it is the unusual depth at which the Castle Keep lies, or
- its great extent and correspondingly powerful air suction, calculated to scare burrowing
- creatures away, or the mere fact that it is the Castle Keep, that by some channel or other
- has penetrated to their dull minds. In any case, I have never noticed any sign of burrowing
- in the walls of the Castle Keep until now. Crowds of little beasts have come here, it is true,
- attracted by the powerful smells; here I have had a constant hunting ground, but my quarry
- has always burrowed a way through in the upper passages, and come running down here,
- somewhat fearfully, but unable to withstand such a temptation. But now, it seems, they are
- burrowing in all the passages. If I had only carried out the best of the grand plans I thought
- out in my youth and early manhood, or rather, if I had only had the strength to carry them
- out, for there would have been no lack of will. One of these favorite plans of mine was to
- isolate the Castle Keep from its surroundings, that is to say, to restrict the thickness of its
- walls to about my own height, and leave a free space of about the same width all around
- the Castle Keep, except for a narrow foundation, which unfortunately would have to be left
- to bear up the whole. I had always pictured this free space, and not without reason, as the
- loveliest imaginable haunt. What a joy to lie pressed against the rounded outer wall, pull
- oneself up, let oneself slide down again, miss one's footing and find oneself on firm earth,
- and play all those games literally upon the Castle Keep and not inside it; to avoid the
- Castle Keep, to rest one's eyes from it whenever one wanted, to postpone the joy of
- seeing it until later and yet not have to do without it, but literally hold it safe between one's
- claws, a thing that is impossible if you have only an ordinary open entrance to it; but above
- all to be able to stand guard over it, and in that way to be so completely compensated for
- renouncing the actual sight of it that, if one had to choose between staying all one's life in
- the Castle Keep or in the free space outside it, one would choose the latter, content to
- wander up and down there all one's days and keep guard over the Castle Keep. Then
- there would be no noises in the walls, no insolent burrowing up to the very Keep itself;
- then peace would be assured there and I would be its guardian; then I would not have to
- listen with loathing to the burrowing of the small fry, but with delight to something that I
- cannot hear now at all: the murmurous silence of the Castle Keep.
- But that beautiful dream is past and I must set to work, almost glad that now my work
- has a direct connection with the Castle Keep, for that wings it. Certainly, as I can see more
- and more clearly, I need all my energies for this task, which at first seemed quite a trifling
- one. I listen now at the walls of the Castle Keep, and wherever I listen, high or low, at the
- roof or the floor, at the entrance or in the corners, everywhere, everywhere, I hear the
- same noise. And how much time, how much care must be wasted in listening to that noise,
- with its regular pauses. One can, if one wishes, find a tiny deceitful comfort in the fact that
- here in the Castle Keep, because of its vastness, one hears nothing at all, as distinguished
- from the passages, when one stands back from the walls. Simply as a rest and a means to
- regain my composure I often make this experiment, listen intently and am overjoyed when
- I hear nothing. But the question still remains, what can have happened? Confronted with
- this phenomenon my original explanation completely falls to the ground. But I must also
- reject other explanations which present themselves to me. One could assume, for
- instance, that the noise I hear is simply that of the small fry themselves at their work. But
- all my experience contradicts this; I cannot suddenly begin to hear now a thing that I have
- never heard before though it was always there. My sensitiveness to disturbances in the
- burrow has perhaps become greater with the years, yet my hearing has by no means
- grown keener. It is of the very nature of small fry not to be heard. Would I have tolerated
- them otherwise? Even at the risk of starvation I would have exterminated them. But
- perhaps -- this idea now insinuates itself -- I am concerned here with some animal
- unknown to me. That is possible. True, I have observed the life down here long and
- carefully enough, but the world is full of diversity and is never wanting in painful surprises.
- Yet it cannot be a single animal, it must be a whole swarm that has suddenly fallen upon
- my domain, a huge swarm of little creatures, which, as they are audible, must certainly be
- bigger than the small fry, but yet cannot be very much bigger, for the sound of their labors
- is itself very faint. It may be, then, a swarm of unknown creatures on their wanderings, who
- happen to be passing by my way, who disturb me, but will presently cease to do so. So I
- could really wait for them to pass, and need not put myself to the trouble of work that will
- be needless in the end. Yet if these creatures are strangers, why is it that I never see any
- of them? I have already dug a host of trenches, hoping to catch one of them, but I can find
- not a single one. Then it occurs to me that they may be quite tiny creatures, far tinier than
- any I am acquainted with, and that it is only the noise they make that is greater.
- Accordingly I investigate the soil I have dug up, I cast the lumps into the air so that they
- break into quite small particles, but the noisemakers are not among them. Slowly I come to
- realize that by digging such small fortuitous trenches I achieve nothing; in doing that I
- merely disfigure the walls of my burrow, scratching hastily here and there without taking
- time to fill up the holes again; at many places already there are heaps of earth which block
- my way and my view. Still, that is only a secondary worry; for now I can neither wander
- about my house, nor review it, nor rest; often already I have fallen asleep at my work in
- some hole or other, with one paw clutching the soil above me, from which in a semistupor I
- have been trying to tear a lump. I intend now to alter my methods. I shall dig a wide and
- carefully constructed trench in the direction of the noise and not cease from digging until,
- independent of all theories, I find the real cause of the noise. Then I shall eradicate it, if
- that is within my power, and if it is not, at least I shall know the truth. That truth will bring
- me either peace or despair, but whether the one or the other, it will be beyond doubt or
- question. This decision strengthens me. All that I have done till now seems to me far too
- hasty; in the excitement of my return, while I had not yet shaken myself free from the cares
- of the upper world, and was not yet completely penetrated by the peace of the burrow, but
- rather hypersensitive at having had to renounce it for such a long time, I was thrown into
- complete confusion of mind by an unfamiliar noise. And what was it? A faint whistling,
- audible only at long intervals, a mere nothing to which I don't say that one could actually
- get used, for no one could get used to it, but which one could, without actually doing
- anything about it at once, observe for a while; that is, listen every few hours, let us say,
- and patiently register the results, instead of, as I had done, keeping one's ear fixed to the
- wall and at every hint of noise tearing out a lump of earth, not really hoping to find
- anything, but simply so as to do something to give expression to one's inward agitation. All
- that will be changed now, I hope. And then, with furious shut eyes, I have to admit to
- myself that I hope nothing of the kind, for I am still trembling with agitation just as I was
- hours ago, and if my reason did not restrain me I would probably like nothing better than to
- start stubbornly and defiantly digging, simply for the sake of digging, at some place or
- other, whether I heard anything there or not; almost like the small fry, who burrow either
- without any object at all or simply because they eat the soil. My new and reasonable plan
- both tempts me and leaves me cold. There is nothing in it to object to, I at least know of no
- objection; it is bound, so far as I can see, to achieve my aim. And yet at bottom I do not
- believe in it; I believe in it so little that I do not even fear the terrors which its success may
- well bring, I do not believe even in a dreadful denouement; indeed it seems to me that I
- have been thinking ever since the first appearance of the noise of such a methodical
- trench, and have not begun upon it until now simply because I put no trust in it. In spite of
- that I shall of course start on the trench; I have no other alternative; but I shall not start at
- once, I shall postpone the task for a little while. If reason is to be reinstated on the throne,
- it must be completely reinstated; I shall not rush blindly into my task. In any case I shall
- first repair the damage that I have done to the burrow with my wild digging; that will take a
- good long time, but it is necessary; if the new trench is really to reach its goal it will
- probably be long, and if it should lead to nothing at all it will be endless; in any case this
- task means a longish absence from the burrow, though an absence by no means so
- painful as an absence in the upper world, for I can interrupt my work whenever I like and
- pay a visit to my house; and even if I should not do that the air of Castle Keep will be
- wafted to me and surround me while I work; nevertheless it means leaving the burrow and
- surrendering myself to an uncertain fate, and consequently I want to leave the burrow in
- good order behind me; it shall not be said that I, who am fighting for its peace, have myself
- destroyed that peace without reinstating it at once. So I begin by shoveling the soil back
- into the holes from which it was taken, a kind of work I am familiar with, that I have done
- countless times almost without regarding it as work, and at which, particularly as regards
- the final pressing and smoothing down -- and this is no empty boast, but the simple truth --
- I am unbeatable. But this time everything seems difficult, I am too distracted, every now
- and then, in the middle of my work, I press my ear to the wall and listen, and without taking
- any notice let the soil that I have just lifted trickle back into the passage again. The final
- embellishments, which demand a stricter attention, I can hardly achieve at all. Hideous
- protuberances, disturbing cracks remain, not to speak of the fact that the old buoyancy
- simply cannot be restored again to a wall patched up in such a way. I try to comfort myself
- with the reflection that my present work is only temporary. When I return after peace has
- been restored I shall repair everything properly: work will be mere play to me then. Oh yes,
- work is mere play in fairy tales, and this comfort of mine belongs to the realm of fairy tales
- too. It would be far better to do the work thoroughly now, at once, far more reasonable
- than perpetually to interrupt it and wander off through the passages to discover new
- sources of noise, which is easy enough, all that is needed being to stop at any point one
- likes and listen. And that is not the end of my useless discoveries. Sometimes I fancy that
- the noise has stopped, for it makes long pauses; sometimes such a faint whistling escapes
- one, one's own blood is pounding all too loudly in one's ears; then two pauses come one
- after another, and for a while one thinks that the whistling has stopped forever. I listen no
- longer, I jump up, all life is transfigured; it is as if the fountains from which flows the silence
- of the burrow were unsealed. I refrain from verifying my discovery at once, I want first to
- find someone to whom in all good faith I can confide it, so I rush to the Castle Keep, I
- remember, for I and everything in me has awakened to new life, that I have eaten nothing
- for a long time, I snatch something or other from among my store of food half-buried under
- the debris and hurriedly begin to swallow it while I hurry back to the place where I made
- my incredible discovery, I only want to assure myself about it incidentally, perfunctorily,
- while I am eating; I listen, but the most perfunctory listening shows at once that I was
- shamefully deceived: away there in the distance the whistling still remains unshaken. And I
- spit out my food, and would like to trample it underfoot, and go back to my task, not caring
- which I take up; anyplace where it seems to be needed, and there are enough places like
- that, I mechanically start on something or other, just as if the overseer had appeared and I
- must make a pretense of working for his benefit. But hardly have I begun to work in this
- fashion when it may happen that I make a new discovery. The noise seems to have
- become louder, not much louder, of course -- here it is always a matter of the subtlest
- shades -- but all the same sufficiently louder for the ear to recognize it clearly. And this
- growing-louder is like a coming-nearer; still more distinctly than you hear the increasing
- loudness of the noise, you can literally see the step that brings it closer to you. You leap
- back from the wall, you try to grasp at once all the possible consequences that this
- discovery will bring with it. You feel as if you had never really organized the burrow for
- defense against attack; you had intended to do so, but despite all your experience of life
- the danger of an attack, and consequently the need to organize the place for defense,
- seemed remote -- or rather not remote (how could it possibly be!) -- but infinitely less
- important than the need to put it in a state where one could live peacefully; and so that
- consideration was given priority in everything relating to the burrow. Many things in this
- direction might have been done without affecting the plan of the whole; most
- incomprehensibly they have been neglected. I have had a great deal of luck all those
- years, luck has spoiled me; I have had anxieties, but anxiety leads to nothing when you
- have luck to back you.
- The thing to do, really to do now, would be to go carefully over the burrow and consider
- every possible means of defending it, work out a plan of defense and a corresponding plan
- of construction, and then start on the work at once with the vigor of youth. That is the work
- that would really be needed, for which, I may add, it is now far too late in the day; yet that
- is what would really be needed, and not the digging of a grand experimental trench, whose
- only real result would be to deliver me hand and foot to the search for danger, out of the
- foolish fear that it will not arrive quickly enough of itself. Suddenly I cannot comprehend my
- former plan. I can find no slightest trace of reason in what had seemed so reasonable;
- once more I lay aside my work and even my listening; I have no wish to discover any
- further signs that the noise is growing louder; I have had enough of discoveries; I let
- everything slide; I would be quite content if I could only still the conflict going on within me.
- Once more I let my passages lead me where they will, I come to more and more remote
- ones that I have not yet seen since my return, and that are quite unsullied by my
- scratching paws, and whose silence rises up to meet me and sinks into me. I do not
- surrender to it, I hurry on, I do not know what I want, probably simply to put off the hour. I
- stray so far that I find myself at the labyrinth; the idea of listening beneath the moss
- covering tempts me; such distant things, distant for the moment, chain my interest. I push
- my way up and listen. Deep stillness; how lovely it is here, outside there nobody troubles
- about my burrow, everybody has his own affairs, which have no connection with me; how
- have I managed to achieve this? Here under the moss covering is perhaps the only place
- in my burrow now where I can listen for hours and hear nothing. A complete reversal of
- things in the burrow; what was once the place of danger has become a place of tranquility,
- while the Castle Keep has been plunged into the melee of the world and all its perils. Still
- worse, even here there is no peace in reality, here nothing has changed; silent or
- vociferous, danger lies in ambush as before above the moss, but I have grown insensitive
- to it, my mind is far too much taken up with the whistling in my walls. Is my mind really
- taken up with it? It grows louder, it comes nearer, but I wriggle my way through the
- labyrinth and make a couch for myself up here under the moss; it is almost as if I were
- already leaving the house to the whistler, content if I can only have a little peace up here.
- To the whistler? Have I come, then, to a new conclusion concerning the cause of the
- noise? But surely the noise is caused by the channels bored by the small fry? Is not that
- my considered opinion? It seems to me that I have not retreated from it thus far. And if the
- noise is not caused directly by these channels, it is indirectly. And even if it should have no
- connection with them whatever, one is not at liberty to make a priori assumptions, but must
- wait until one finds the cause, or it reveals itself. One could play with hypotheses, of
- course, even at this stage; for instance, it is possible that there has been a water burst at
- some distance away, and what seems a piping or whistling to me is in reality a gurgling.
- But apart from the fact that I have no experience in that sphere -- the groundwater that I
- found at the start I drained away at once, and in this sandy soil it has never returned --
- apart from this fact the noise is undeniably a whistling and simply not to be translated into
- a gurgling. But what avail all exhortations to be calm; my imagination will not rest, and I
- have actually come to believe -- it is useless to deny it to myself -- that the whistling is
- made by some beast, and moreover not by a great many small ones, but by a single big
- one. Many signs contradict this. The noise can be heard everywhere and always at the
- same strength, and moreover uniformly, both by day and night. At first, therefore, one
- cannot but incline to the hypothesis of a great number of little animals; but as I must have
- found some of them during my digging and I have found nothing, it only remains for me to
- assume the existence of a great beast, especially as the things that seem to contradict the
- hypothesis are merely things which make the beast, not so much impossible, as merely
- dangerous beyond all one's powers of conception. For that reason alone have I resisted
- this hypothesis. I shall cease from this self-deception. For a long time already I have
- played with the idea that the beast can be heard at such a great distance because it works
- so furiously; it burrows as fast through the ground as another can walk on the open road;
- the ground still trembles at its burrowing when it has ceased; this reverberation and the
- noise of the boring itself unite into one sound at such a great distance, and I, as I hear only
- the last dying ebb of that sound, hear it always at the same uniform strength. It follows
- from this also that the beast is not making for me, seeing that the noise never changes;
- more likely it has a plan in view whose purpose I cannot decipher; I merely assume that
- the beast -- and I make no claim whatever that it knows of my existence -- is encircling me;
- it has probably made several circles around my burrow already since I began to observe it.
- The nature of the noise, the piping or whistling, gives me much food for thought. When I
- scratch and scrape in the soil in my own fashion the sound is quite different. I can explain
- the whistling only in this way: that the beast's chief means of burrowing is not its claws,
- which it probably employs merely as a secondary resource, but its snout or its muzzle,
- which, of course, apart from its enormous strength, must also be fairly sharp at the point. It
- probably bores its snout into the earth with one mighty push and tears out a great lump;
- while it is doing that I hear nothing; that is the pause; but then it draws in the air for a new
- push. This indrawal of its breath, which must be an earthshaking noise, not only because
- of the beast's strength, but of its haste, its furious lust for work as well: this noise I hear
- then as a faint whistling. But quite incomprehensible remains the beast's capacity to work
- without stopping; perhaps the short pauses provide also the opportunity of snatching a
- moment's rest; but apparently the beast has never yet allowed itself a really long rest, day
- and night it goes on burrowing, always with the same freshness and vigor, always thinking
- of its object, which must be achieved with the utmost expedition, and which it has the
- ability to achieve with ease. Now I could not have foreseen such an opponent. But apart
- altogether from the beast's peculiar characteristics, what is happening now is only
- something which I should really have feared all the time, something against which I should
- have been constantly prepared: the fact that someone would come. By what chance can
- everything have flowed on so quietly and happily for such a long time? Who can have
- diverted my enemies from their path, and forced them to make a wide detour around my
- property? Why have I been spared for so long, only to be delivered to such terrors now?
- Compared with this, what are all the petty dangers in brooding over which I have spent my
- life! Had I hoped, as owner of the burrow, to be in a stronger position than any enemy who
- might chance to appear? But simply by virtue of being owner of this great vulnerable
- edifice I am obviously defenseless against any serious attack. The joy of possessing it has
- spoiled me, the vulnerability of the burrow has made me vulnerable; any wound to it hurts
- me as if I myself were hit. It is precisely this that I should have foreseen; instead of thinking
- only of my own defense -- and how perfunctorily and vainly I have done even that -- I
- should have thought of the defense of the burrow. Above all, provision should have been
- made for cutting off sections of the burrow, and as many as possible of them, from the
- endangered sections when they are attacked; this should have been done by means of
- improvised landslides, calculated to operate at a moment's notice; moreover these should
- have been so thick, and have provided such an effectual barrier, that the attacker would
- not even guess that the real burrow only began at the other side. More, these landslides
- should have been so devised that they not only concealed the burrow, but also entombed
- the attacker. Not the slightest attempt have I made to carry out such a plan, nothing at all
- has been done in this direction, I have been as thoughtless as a child, I have passed my
- manhood's years in childish games, I have done nothing but play even with the thought of
- danger, I have shirked really taking thought for actual danger. And there has been no lack
- of warning.
- Nothing, of course, approaching the present situation has happened before;
- nevertheless there was an incident not unlike it when the burrow was only beginning. The
- main difference between that time and this is simply that the burrow was only beginning
- then. . . In those days I was literally nothing more than a humble apprentice, the labyrinth
- was only sketched out in rough outline, I had already dug a little room, but the proportions
- and the execution of the walls were sadly bungled; in short, everything was so tentative
- that it could only be regarded as an experiment, as something which, if one lost patience
- some day, one could leave behind without much regret. Then one day as I lay on a heap
- of earth resting from my labors -- I have rested far too often from my labors all my life --
- suddenly I heard a noise in the distance. Being young at the time, I was less frightened
- than curious. I left my work to look after itself and set myself to listen; I listened and
- listened, and had no wish to fly up to my moss covering and stretch myself out there so
- that I might not have to hear. I did listen, at least. I could clearly recognize that the noise
- came from some kind of burrowing similar to my own; it was somewhat fainter, of course,
- but how much of that might be put down to the distance one could not tell. I was intensely
- interested, but otherwise calm and cool. Perhaps I am in somebody else's burrow, I
- thought to myself, and now the owner is boring his way toward me. If that assumption had
- proved to be correct I would have gone away, for I have never had any desire for conquest
- or bloodshed, and begun building somewhere else. But after all I was still young and still
- without a burrow, so I could remain quite cool. Besides, the further course of the noise
- brought no real cause for apprehension, except that it was not easy to explain. If whoever
- was boring there was really making for me, because he had heard me boring, then if he
- changed his direction, as now actually happened, it could not be told whether he did this
- because my pause for rest had deprived him of any definite point to make toward, or
- because -- which was more plausible -- he had himself changed his plans. But perhaps I
- had been deceived altogether, and he had never been actually making in my direction; at
- any rate the noise grew louder for a while as if he were drawing nearer, and being young
- at that time I probably would not have been displeased to see the burrower suddenly rising
- from the ground; but nothing of that kind happened, at a certain point the sound of boring
- began to weaken, it grew fainter and fainter, as if the burrower were gradually diverging
- from his first route, and suddenly it broke off altogether, as if he had decided now to take
- the diametrically opposite direction and were making straight away from me into the
- distance. For a long time I still went on listening for him in the silence, before I returned
- once more to my work. Now that warning was definite enough, but I soon forgot it, and it
- scarcely influenced my building plans.
- Between that day and this lie my years of maturity, but is it not as if there were no
- interval at all between them? I still take long rests from my labors and listen at the wall,
- and the burrower has changed his intention anew, he has turned back, he is returning from
- his journey, thinking he has given me ample time in the interval to prepare for his
- reception. But on my side everything is worse prepared for than it was then; the great
- burrow stands defenseless, and I am no longer a young apprentice, but an old architect,
- and the powers I still have fail me when the decisive hour comes; yet old as I am it seems
- to me that I would gladly be still older, so old that I should never be able to rise again from
- my resting place under the moss. For to be honest I cannot endure the place, I rise up and
- rush, as if I had filled myself up there with new anxieties instead of peace, down into the
- house again. What was the state of things the last time I was here? Had the whistling
- grown fainter? No, it had grown louder. I listen at ten places chosen at random and clearly
- notice the deception; the whistling is just the same as ever, nothing has altered. Over
- there, there are no changes, there one is calm and not worried about time; but here every
- instant frets and gnaws at the listener. I go once more the long road to the Castle Keep, all
- my surroundings seem filled with agitation, seem to be looking at me, and then look away
- again so as not to disturb me, yet cannot refrain the very next moment from trying to read
- the saving solution from my expression. I shake my head, I have not yet found any
- solution. Nor do I go to the Castle Keep in pursuance of any plan. I pass the spot where I
- had intended to begin the experimental trench, I look it over once more, it would have
- been an admirable place to begin at, the trench's course would have been in the direction
- where lay the majority of the tiny ventilation holes, which would have greatly lightened my
- labors; perhaps I should not have had to dig very far, should not even have had to dig to
- the source of the noise; perhaps if I had listened at the ventilation holes it would have been
- enough. But no consideration is potent enough to animate me to this labor of digging. This
- trench will bring me certainty, you say? I have reached the stage where I no longer wish to
- have certainty. In the Castle Keep I choose a lovely piece of flayed red flesh and creep
- with it into one of the heaps of earth; there I shall have silence at least, such silence, at
- any rate, as still can be said to exist here. I munch and nibble at the flesh, think of the
- strange beast going its own road in the distance, and then again that I should enjoy my
- store of food as fully as possible, while I still have the chance. This last is probably the sole
- plan I have left that I can carry out. For the rest I try to unriddle the beast's plans. Is it on its
- wanderings, or is it working on its own burrow? If it is on its wanderings then perhaps an
- understanding with it might be possible. If it should really break through to the burrow I
- shall give it some of my stores and it will go on its way again. It will go its way again, a fine
- story! Lying in my heap of earth I can naturally dream of all sorts of things, even of an
- understanding with the beast, though I know well enough that no such thing can happen,
- and that at the instant when we see each other, more, at the moment when we merely
- guess at each other's presence, we shall both blindly bare our claws and teeth, neither of
- us a second before or after the other, both of us filled with a new and different hunger,
- even if we should already be gorged to bursting. And with entire justice, for who, even if he
- were merely on his wanderings, would not change his itinerary and his plans for the future
- on catching sight of the burrow? But perhaps the beast is digging in its own burrow, in
- which case I cannot even dream of an understanding. Even if it should be such a peculiar
- beast that its burrow could tolerate a neighbor, my burrow could not tolerate a neighbor, at
- least not a clearly audible one. Now actually the beast seems to be a great distance away;
- if it would only withdraw a little farther the noise too would probably disappear; perhaps in
- that case everything would be peaceful again as in the old days; all this would then
- become a painful but salutary lesson, spurring me on to make the most diverse
- improvements on the burrow; if I have peace, and danger does not immediately threaten
- me, I am still quite fit for all sorts of hard work; perhaps, considering the enormous
- possibilities which its powers of work open before it, the beast has given up the idea of
- extending'its burrow in my direction, and is compensating itself for that in some other one.
- That consummation also cannot, of course, be brought about by negotiation, but only by
- the beast itself, or by some compulsion exercised from my side. In both cases the decisive
- factor will be whether the beast knows about me, and if so what it knows. The more I
- reflect upon it the more improbable does it seem to me that the beast has even heard me;
- it is possible, though I can't imagine it, that it can have received news of me in some other
- way, but it has certainly never heard me. So long as I still knew nothing about it, it simply
- cannot have heard me, for at that time I kept very quiet, nothing could be more quiet than
- my return to the burrow; afterwards, when I dug the experimental trenches, perhaps it
- could have heard me, though my style of digging makes very little noise; but if it had heard
- me I must have noticed some sign of it, the beast must at least have stopped its work
- every now and then to listen. But all remained unchanged.
- Translated by Willa and Edwin Muir
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