Naturally as time passes there is development, and their faces turn away from each other, toward the light. There is more explanation. Speech become crisper by far and more suggestive. The pages of the book stick together. Eyelids stick together.
Words move slowly along the roadways, seeming to peer about as they go in the dimness.
Ingenious particles that fly about in clouds overhead, attracted equally everywhere to each other and so unable ever to cease movement. In the dawn's light. Very slow and definite. Accustomed places that take on a strangeness in their disconnections, occasioned by the novelties of time. One heard the first word in all its strangeness, with all the spatial intensities implied.