Crocodile Who Does Not Hurry

igor

This story about good crocodile, which stopped in the middle, sits on a suitcase, recalls the past and thinks: where to go next?

Also:

Why should we hurry—why indeed?
When every way we fly
We are molested equally
By immortality.
No respite from the inference
That this which is begun,
Though where its labors lie
A bland uncertainty
Besets the sight
This mighty night—

/Emily Dickinson/