Everyday the  soleil  sets, and this is what it sees... the blurred and now burning  horizon  getting closer, every living thing that had the misfortune to live near the setting site now on its  pieds  and running as fast as it can towards someplace cooler. And since the  soleil  has defective  yeux , which allow it to see things clearly when  loin  away, but only in a blur when close up, the approaching flat  terre  of its nightly landscape-bed has a bedspread pattern that isn't that clear.     Par la télévision, je pouvais voir le centre d'essais de Deseret, où les armes volaient.