(quoted from La Resta [The Remainder])
[A]nd just as I'm calming down and getting ready, just as I take out my pad to make a note of him, there, in the distance, is that unbearable wailing, the ambulance accelerating furiously, hurrying me as I subtract him, because adding them up is a big mistake, yeah, counting up is not the answer: how can I square the number of dead and the number of graves? how will I work out how many are born and how many remain? how can I reconcile the death toll with the actual sum of the dead? by deducting, tearing apart, rending bodies, that's it, by using this apocalyptic math to finally, once and for all, wake up on that last day, grit my teeth, and subtract them: sixteen million three hundred and fortyone thousand nine hundred and twentyeight, minus three thousand and something, minus the one hundred and nineteen, minus one.
