There is a small place in hell where the woodpeckers dwell, they discuss what to say to each other, and while doing it softly they peck at the wood for the woodpeckers dwell in their sorrows.
Once the one who was there for eternity years said the following phrase to another: I would give all my death to the one who remains and the one who can state it concretely, what this argument is that we’re trying to please and the rest will fall in rather neatly.