The last we are allowed to see of sacred (not scared)  Jacob  are the soles of his  chaussures . If  mémoire  worked only by last impression, we would always have to an image of him that began at the  sol  and worked up to the knees. If, by mistake, we use words to remember him, we will think only of a leather-shoed  âme , tough for wilderness wandering, suspended gently over the edge of the cabin  porte  at the end of the  jour ,  pieds  still attached,  visage  invisible.     Je ne voulais certainement pas passer trop de temps là-dessus. Je devais me rendre ailleurs.