No loss there of life human, but benches and chairs Had legs broken; such wounds, too, the long table bears, Stripped of cloths and of covers, fell on the plates dying, Wet with wine, as a knight on bloody bucklers lying, Among numerous chickens and turkeys stripped nude, From whose breasts, transfixed lately, forks stiffly protrude.
'Clearer and nearer still,' cried the Rat joyously. 'Now you must surely hear it! Ah at last I see you do!' Breathless and transfixed the Mole stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly. He saw the tears on his comrade's cheeks, and bowed his head and understood.Kenneth Grahame