Matching the  ligne  of its facets are the horizontals of some Cain  langage , drifting in a soft focus. The  surface  of corn, twisting in growth and inheritance, across an entire field, all the corn see at once on one  écran , which begins to talk and whine about modern farming. Someone in the pay of the farmer sprayed the field yesterday, and everyone in the corn rows is feeling bad about the  mort  insects, and generally woozy from the psychotropic effects of the carcinogens. The oscillation of the bands increases in frequency. Slight  ombres  from an impossible  lumière  pass across the  surface  of these underlife waves.     Les abeilles apparurent à la télé, parlant le langage de Caïn.