Laszlo Krasnahorkai. Satanic Tango (№ 417061)

Futaki looked sadly at the ominously looming sky, at the burnt remnants of the summer devastated by the locust raid, and suddenly saw how spring, summer, autumn and winter pass through the acacia branches one after another, and it seemed to him that time was nothing more than a frivolous episode in the vast expanses of eternity, a devilish trick with the aim of creating an appearance of order out of chaos, in which every chance takes the form of inevitability ...