corrupt the cultural memory
Simeon is still there. The rock gets smaller every day, a change imperceptible to the eye, but he's still up there suspended by some unknown force. He received a visitor the other day: a wild eyed boy with a poisoned leg, and the gait of a wading bird. The boy spoke. It seemed to Simeon that he was speaking to somebody else but no one else was there. "They said that I look like an Old Believer. What's the use? I'm clean shaven!". Simeon found it very difficult to keep his eyes on the horizon. ( ) ( ...