Yes, Papi, this man-eater is no sort of a joke: no sort of joke at all. And the shadow of the screw on the wall has a pretty quaint effect, too. If you looked up, raising your head, it was even more discouraging: you were like a leopard in a pit, watched from above by the hunter who’d just caught it. It was a horrible feeling, and it took months before I could get used to it.
