Once upon a time,suddenly,while it still could,the story began.For th hero,setting forth,there was of course,nothing sudden about it,neither about the setting forth,which he’d spent his entire lifetime anticipating,not about any conceivable endings,which seemed,like the horizon,to be always somewhere else.For the dragon however,who was stupid,everything was sudden.He was suddenly hungry and then he was suddenly eating something.Always it was like the first time.Then,all of a sudden,he’s remember having eaten something like that before:a certain familiar sourness…And,just as suddenly,he’d forget.The hero,coming suddenly upon the dragon(he’d been trekking for years through enchanted forests,endless deserts,cities carbonized by dragon-breath,for him,suddenly was not exactly the word),found hiself envying,as he drew his sword(a possible ending had just loomed up before him,as though the horizon had,with the desperate illusion of suddenness,tipped),the dragon’s tenseless freedom.Freedom?the dragon might have asked,had he not been so stupid,chewing over meanwhile the sudden familiar sourness(a memory…?)on his breath.From what?(Forgotten.)