An Epitaph
Here lie I Martin Elginbrodde.
Have mercy on my soul Lord God
As I would do were I Lord God
And ye were Martin Elginbrodde
It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows.
If we spoke a different language, we would perceive a somewhat different world.
But when evening comes, I return home and go into my library. At the door I take off my muddy…