The entire interior is formed from a dark, compact, imperforable
metal, a strong and silent metal.
According to Simon, history eats us alive: "It was History which was in the process of devouring them, engulfing, alive and pell-mell, horses and riders, not to mention harnesses, saddles, weapons, even spurs, in its impassive and imperforable
ostrich stomach where the digestive juices and rust would manage to reduce everything, including the sharp-toothed rowels of the spurs, to a viscous and yellowish magma." It is from this nightmare that consciousness struggles interminably to wrest some sense.