Jacob  still stares up at an airvoid as the darkling  sphère  vanishes. The infinitely fragmented  surface  of the  cave , like a piano randomly expanded into too many dimensions, sends off harmonic tensions which call up the  vent  in his  coeur  and in his gut. He will scoot through the  cave  towards his doom as if propelled by his own flatulence.     Il était grotesque, avec quatre cerveaux sur un seul corps. J'ai cru le reconnaître.