Jon Silkin, 4 November 1993
A dog-lion’s haunched triangular fury guards the dead. He says, ‘several things:
first I bite, then in death I guard you.’ ‘Besides, I don’t want it,’ I said. ‘Then forgive me.’
‘I’ll guard my own death,’ I say. So then he bites me. Meanwhile a little swooning
in the blood. I tell this dental fool, ‘I am the right, and...