'the light of the flames flickers on their sombre, fanatic faces.'

6th november 1915 kafka goes to visit the model of a trench outside prague. 

'view of the antlike movements of the crowd in front of and in the trench.'

kafka  is only just back from his war bond mania of the day before. later a strange fragment obviously a quote (but where from?).

'the light of the flames flickers on their sombre, fanatic faces.'

not all the election results are in but it looks like a trump victory this morning. (plus the republicans look like winning a majority in the senate and the house of representatives races and so be in a position to enact whatever crazy legislation comes into their heads). 

for horsemouth (filthy lefty that he is) this is bad news - trump now has four years to actually slide the US into fascism. as usual it is not that horsemouth is a great fan of the status quo or the democratic party, it's that he doesn't like this lot in power. horsemouth has few friends in america (ny, san fran, texas) he wishes them all the best of luck. 

the oligarchs have called it. their guy is in. god help us all. 

but it's also that the people have spoken (those registered to vote, those who bothered to vote, given the vagaries of the electoral college system) and roughly half of them (perhaps slightly more) want trump. 

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above don cherry keeps the music moving.