Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

Lucky's monologue: "(...)the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts peniciline and succedanea in a word(...)

Was I asleep? Had I slept?

The forms are many in which the unchanging seeks relief from its formlessness.

I am not personally opposed to a hunt. I am not a hunter. I have never hunted.

I felt like a hunted animal, followed constantly, waiting to be killed.