“Gag furiously dug the passage of the message, so that the shovel sang ringingly on the hard clay. Squinting from the hot dust flying into his eyes, he hit and hit the stubborn ground, taking out all his accumulated anger on it. When I couldn’t breathe anymore, I leveled the rustling slopes under the steel and scooped up sand from the bottom of the trench. Then he furiously hacked into the dry, dense soil again. Finally he stopped, wiped the sweat from his face, straightened his back..."