‘What are you doing?’ And he said: ‘I’m playing.’ ‘Playing? With what?’ ‘With a thing,’ he said. You understand? It was the first time. There had never been things to play with before. And how could we have played? With that pap of gaseous matter? Some fun: that sort of stuff was all right perhaps for my sister G’d(w)n. If Rwzfs was playing, it meant he had found something new: in fact, afterwards, exaggerating as usual, they said he had found a pebble.
