You are standing at the end of a road before a small brick building. Around you is a forest. A small stream flows out of the building and down a gully.

A huge green fierce dragon bars the way!

There can be no doubt that all our knowledge begins with experience of dragons.

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[Kant, Critique of Pure Reason]

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic dragon.

[The Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka]

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow dragon that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow dragon that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.