Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           Oncemorehetriedtolooktowardtheonepatchoffaintlightabovehim.Hiseye-lids,cloggedwithchaff,couldnolongeropen.TheWheatpouredabouthiswaistasheraisedhimselfuponhisknees.

           Reasonfled.Deafenedwiththeroarofthegrain,blindedandmadedumbwithitschaff,hethrewhimselfforwardwithclutchingfingers,rollinguponhisback,andlaythere,movingfeebly,theheadrollingfromsidetoside.TheWheat,leapingcontinuouslyfromthechute,pouredaroundhim.Itfilledthepocketsofthecoat,itcreptupthesleevesandtrouserlegs,itcoveredthegreat,protuberantstomach,itranatlastinrivuletsintothedistended,gaspingmouth.Itcoveredtheface.UponthesurfaceoftheWheat,underthechute,nothingmovedbuttheWheatitself.Therewasnosignoflife.Then,foraninstant,thesurfacestirred.Ahand,fat,withshortfingersandswollenveins,reachedup,clutching,thenfelllimpandprone.Inanotherinstantitwascovered.Intheholdofthe“Swanhilda”therewasnomovementbutthewideningripplesthatspreadflowingfromtheever-breaking,ever-reformingcone;nosound,buttherushingoftheWheatthatcontinuedtoplungeincessantlyfromtheironchuteinaprolongedroar,persistent,steady,inevitable.