“We may be in trouble,” says Ho. “Thanks for doing the brain-work on that.” They hurry on in the livid, decadent Noon, stepping among the slow-stirring bright lacework, their faces averted from the Event above. Dogs howl all over the City. Chickens stop what they are doing and fall asleep. Babies cry, Pigs briefly acquire the power of speech, saying, “Hush, hush.” The Light continues to seep away, until all individual Shadows are dissolv’d in a general Gloom, tense and baleful.
