James Tabor: "Dari fatamorgana keperakan, dia berlari. Langit terbakar...

"Dari fatamorgana keperakan, dia berlari. Langit terbakar, dan di bawahnya ada paving cermin hitam yang memantulkan api matahari. Keringat menyemprot kulitnya dengan setiap serangan kaki sehingga ia berlari dalam kabut panas hasil kreasinya sendiri. Dengan setiap tamparan di aspal yang melembut, solnya menyerap panas yang naik melalui lengkungan dan pergelangan kakinya dan batang tulang keringnya. Itu adalah karnaval rasa sakit, tetapi dia menyukai setiap langkah karena berlari menyaringnya sampai esensi dan panas mempercepat distilasi ini."

--- James Tabor

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Versi Bahasa Inggris

Out of the silver heat mirage he ran. The sky burned, and under him the paving was a black mirror reflecting sun-fire. Sweat sprayed his skin with each foot strike so that he ran in a hot mist of his own creation. With each slap on the softened asphalt, his soles absorbed heat that rose through his arches and ankles and the stems of his shins. It was a carnival of pain, but he loved each stride because running distilled him to his essence and the heat hastened this distillation.