a place , indeed , poxed by calamitous treasures like abraham 's blue-roofed pancake houses - gigging itself forward in a frenzy of speed ( yes , this is what moses has n't seen before - the country , not stopped dead , but spinning in such mazy motion the blur might be taken for stasis ) , galloping ahead of life and ahead of death too , and back into life , the two masquerading as each other , unable to keep up , as though time were a circuit rather than a line .