Jacob  looking rather wistful. Some part of him, watching himself from a future when he is not he anymore, remembers what these days were like, each delicious, like the last bites of a cooling meal in the arctic summer after the  soleil  has come up, after the boat has gone down.     Elles ont aplani les dunes, et construit pour moi une pièce surélevée, pour que je puisse être dans les airs au retour de la navette.