Coetzee also seems to be a fan, and has a lot to say about time in the story. (In case that link doesn't work for you, the paper is "Time, Tense and Aspect in Kafka's "The Burrow"," in MLN Vol. 96, No. 3, April 1981, pp. 556-579.) A few quotes from this paper might give some idea of what the story is about, and hence of what Anscombe might have taken it to be about:
The state in which Kafka's creature lives is one of acute anxiety (one would call it irrational anxiety if there were any reliable opposition between rational and irrational in his universe). His whole life is organized around the burrow, his defense against an attack which may come at any moment and without warning. (p. 574)
Time in "The Burrow" is discontinuous in a strictly formalizable sense. Any moment may mark the break between before and after. Time is thus at every moment a time of crisis (from Greek krino "to separate, to divide"). Life consists in an attempt to anticipate a danger which cannot be anticipated because it comes without transition, without warning. The experience of a time of crisis is colored by anxiety. The task of building the burrow itself represents a life devoted to trying to still anxiety, naturally without success; for without warning "the enemy" is in the burrow. (p. 575)
What we have in "The Burrow", rather, is a struggle--not only the representation of the struggle but the struggle itself--with time experienced as continual crisis, and experienced at a pitch of anxiety that leads to attempts to tame it with whatever means language offers. (pp. 576-577)I don't know whether, or why, questions about tense and time would have interested Anscombe especially (although of course they might have), but I wonder whether it's too fanciful to see a connection with some of what Father Zosima says here (from The Brothers Karamazov):
To transform the world, to recreate it afresh, men must
turn into another path psychologically. Until you have become really, in actual
fact, a brother to every one, brotherhood will not come
to pass. No sort of scientific teaching, no kind of common interest, will ever
teach men to share property and privileges with equal consideration for all.
Every one will think his share too small and they will be always envying,
complaining and attacking one another. You ask when it will come to pass; it
will come to pass, but first we have to go through the period of isolation.”
“What do you mean by isolation?” I asked him.
“Why, the isolation that prevails everywhere, above all in
our age—it has not fully developed, it has not reached its limit yet. For every
one strives to keep his individuality as apart as possible, wishes to secure
the greatest possible fullness of life for himself; but meantime all his
efforts result not in attaining fullness of life but self-destruction, for
instead of self-realization he ends by arriving at complete solitude. All
mankind in our age have split up into units, they all keep apart, each in his
own groove; each one holds aloof, hides himself and hides what he has, from the
rest, and he ends by being repelled by others and repelling them. He heaps up
riches by himself and thinks, ‘How strong I am now and how
secure,’ and in his madness he does not understand that the more he heaps
up, the more he sinks into self-destructive impotence. For he is accustomed to
rely upon himself alone and to cut himself off from the whole; he has trained
himself not to believe in the help of others, in men and in humanity, and only
trembles for fear he should lose his money and the privileges that he has won
for himself. Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to
understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather
than in isolated individual effort. But this terrible individualism must
inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they
are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people
will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light.
And then the sign of the Son of Man will be seen in the heavens....
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