Handke's The Great Fall

In my reading I've passed from Ishiguro's Floating World to Handke's Great Fall. Not that Floating World wasn't thought-provoking: I guess I was just too lazy to post any excerpts.:)

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The bursting of jewelweed if one barely brushed against it: a temporal threshold in the year, in the summer, as the hazel catkins, which had just opened, drifting in the otherwise imperceptible breeze, marked a temporal threshold in early spring, and the gentle crunching of nut shells marked a temporal threshold in early autumn. Once he had been aware of innumerable such temporal thresholds in the year. But meanwhile he had forgotten them all. He no longer knew them, or did not want to know them; for him, they had lost their meaning. There remained only one temporal threshold he could not and did not want to forget: the circling of an eagle, high up and higher still in the sky, calm spirals in the blue, drifting away and finally returning and circling again, while down on the ground, after hours of silence, the hour for an even deeper silence, a palpable one, came due, in which not even a grasshopper’s chirping would be heard, only the silence, with its sign, the eagle high overhead, the temporal threshold of midsummer. And as he thought of it, he looked up and there it was, high in the blue, no sooner thought than done, I kid you not, the eagle circling, its motionless wings spread, far above all the fluttering, flapping crowds of birds zigzagging and darting through the air. So that meant today was midsummer.