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The Sun holds up a palm, one finger is missing. But the
meat grinder turns away, because it doesn’t recognize
imperfection. Jacob begins to take part in the play He
throws pigs’ feet into the bear mouth, but the meat grinder
doesn’t grind up nails, skinny snakes come out of the
knives, on the end of their tongues black hemlock syrup
dribbles. Snakes begin to rain off the stage, and, roaring
loudly, the confection prince rushes into the cylinder, he
has a sword in his hand, he plunges the snakes through on
the blade and thrusts them into his pocket, above the
pocket is written ‘Donava estate’. The prince picks up tar on
the end of the sword and sticks it into the dimple on the
beggar’s chin. Then the prince freezes. In come Sunset and
the judge who sentenced the squabblers on Courland’s
dunes. The judge takes out a fountain pen and writes out an
invoice for the beggar. The Sun becomes still blacker. Jacob
gives Sunset hot pewter to drink.
“What’s that filthy thing?” asks the newly arrived judge, and
knocks ash from his sand pipe into the elephant’s foot
ashtray.
“The Sun!” snarls the meat grinder through its teeth.
“It should be washed!”
”But the sea has crept underground, and in its place your
brother remains, with dunes, cliffs.”