Frames are the wooden constructs inserted into the  artificiel  wooden  ruche , that hold the  mur  to  mur  natural cells which the  abeille  live within and between. Here, a  seule  frame has been pulled out of the hive; it has the  forme  of a  seule  still cut out of a long sequence of similar stills, usually one next to another inside a  film . If the  ruche  is a  film , it has a different  forme  than the spiraling celluloid strip ordinarily unwound by projectors. Imagine a  carré  tall  film  made of stacked frames, a skyscraper of frames, something like a  ruche , but actually a human  immeuble . Each  sol  of this building-which-is-a-movie is a frame, and each frame is made of cells,  identique  but for the fact that they are in different places on the flat  surface  of their skyscraping  sol . Tear open the  immeuble  and stare at a  sol   cellule . in the confusion of your  yeux , the  seule   vide   cellule  in the field of cells seems to move and fill the entire flat  surface , and in the vertigo of your thought, you fall into a volume of unthinking  espace . What a realistic  espace , no separation between the moments of its clocking time, filled with no grain because each  cellule  on each frame holds an entire  film  in itself, and yet it is only one  cellule  on one  sol  of a great movie-building in a  ville  made of such buildings, with pipes and subways and other forms of interconnection, which  tête  out towards edges which are never hit, for there is always another  ville , then a village, then a  ville , then a  ville , and at worst you'll find a spaceport, here on the edge of this great new Galaxy recently colonized by people like you, who built this  ville  and its buildings and the movies inside the buildings, and who never run out of time to do the things which prevent anything anywhere from ever becoming  vide . Meanwhile, Hive-Maker, always looking for the profitable in the ordinary, watches the  surface  of the flat rational  peigne  set in this frame just pulled out of the  ruche , looking as always for some sort of  signe . a talking  abeille  (hey you), a flash of unusual  couleur , synchronized  danses  spelling the name of some popular product, anything new and useful. But the  miel  storage is not optically coherent today, and generally doesn't reveal its secrets easily to the naked  yeux  in this season. A form of nasal decryption is required to figure out just what is happening today to these  abeille  in these  ruches . Hive-Maker is tired, and cannot make the effort.     Un télégramme avait averti Hive-Maker d'une nouvelle maladie affectant les abeilles noires anglaises.