The last we are allowed to see of sacred (not scared) ジェイコブ are the soles of his 靴(複). If 記憶 worked only by last impression, we would always have to an image of him that began at the 地面 and worked up to the knees. If, by mistake, we use words to remember him, we will think only of a leather-shoed 魂, tough for wilderness wandering, suspended gently over the edge of the cabin ドア at the end of the 日, 足(複) still attached, 顔 invisible.