'Breathtaking, heart-stopping, terrifying' ***** (Cherwell.org). Atop a lonely rock, by the side of a dirt road, in an indeterminate, inhospitable expanse, sits a beggar. Along the very same dirt road comes a man, a bag of apples slung around his neck, dragging behind him a tremendously heavy coffin by a rope. Neither of them seem to know who it's for. Neither are in a rush to find out; they know that they both will, in time. Such is the general futility of things, such as they are. There's supper to be had in the meantime.