ABSTRACT
From ten half-overturned carriages there fell slowly, and with a muffled sound, into a wide, deep ditch, naked corpses, bleeding, still steaming, headless. I thought I was having one of those visions that tormented Orestes. Ten or twelve children, the oldest of whom did not seem to me to have reached his fourteenth year, were pointing out to each other, among all these bloody torsos, the ones that bore some deformities, the ones that, sliding from the carriages into the ditch, took an attitude that recalled to their already corrupt imagination lewd ideas They laughed, they made loud jokes, without shame and without fear.
