““JENNET What can you see Out there? THOMAS Out here? Out here is a sky so gentle Five stars are ventured on it. I can see The sky's pale belly glowing and growing big, Soon to deliver the moon. And I can see A glittering smear, the snail-trail of the sun Where it crawled with its golden shell into the hills. A darkening land sunken into prayer Lucidly in dewdrops of one syllable, Nunc dimittis. I see twilight, madam. JENNET But what can you hear? THOMAS The howl of human jackals-.””
