ジェイコブ looking rather wistful. Some part of him, watching himself from a future when he is not he anymore, remembers what these days were like, each delicious, like the last bites of a cooling meal in the arctic summer after the 太陽 has come up, after the boat has gone down.     彼らは砂をならして 支柱に支えられた小部屋を作ってくれた スペース・シャトルが戻ってきたとき 私が高いところにいられるように