Once we saw this three-paneled  pierre   visage  upstream from Basra, near the Garden of  paradis . It stared at  Abbassid , a hideous  visage  from a future past. Now we have arrived at the other end of the  objectif , the place where that dangerous stare began.     Quand ma respiration s'est arrêtée, j'ai vu James Hive-Maker devant moi, dans sa tenue blanche.