Perhaps crossing an  axes , we go to the other side of  Jacob , who is still supine, waiting for the promised  terre  (or at least a subway to the West Bank of the River Jordan). He may only be stunned, or he may be permanently stunted by this near-death experience. All that I can say is that, looking forward through the  brume  of narrative time, I cannot see his  visage  again. His veil-stuck visage now becomes invisible to itself.     Je ne voulais certainement pas passer trop de temps là-dessus. Je devais me rendre ailleurs.