If you could hie to Kolob in the twinkling of an eye, And then continue onward with that same speed to fly, Do you think that you could ever, through all eternity, Find out the generation where Gods began to be?

The two clean rooms, where chips are made, are sprucer than a hospital theatre.

Some falcon stoops at what her eye designed, / And, with her eagerness the quarry missed, / Straight flies at check, and clips it down the wind.

Condé innovates, or at least transforms, this structure to generate a response uttered in the speech of the Caribbean night: from dusk to foredawn (the deceased being evoked only at night?) in opposition to Faulkner's story “On the Road” (entirely typical of the American imaginary), the story of a long funerary voyage to pick up Carson McCullers's expression cited by Michel Gresset in his preface to the bilingual Folio edition of As I Lay Dying.