III. There is language in the mirror, and in my mouth, and on my hands.

What about your hands?

Will you look at them?

Why not?

Look at them.

Can you see what covers them?

Have you been enchanted by the gods? That was no sheep you slaughtered. That is not milk, not water, not paint, not ink, my friend. Is it still warm? Will you wipe it on your face? Or will you try to wipe it off? Will you try to rub it out? Damn spot. Don't put it on me. What have you done in the night?

IV.