He noticed. The Philosopher was saying words at him.

How much, of these words, related to him; who he was, his current conception of the world; or what he felt shortly, he had something like a premonition, would be his currently brand new in the immediate future brand new worldview, he couldn't exactly readily assimilate. This point in time anyway. Because the Philosopher was directly in the process; he was doing this, of disembowelling, he had a little tree/plant, table – disgusting - it was on it - a combination-rammed together freak-mammal-animal that -

“They're ears -” it was kind of covered in ears, “They listen. In. They listen, with their entire bodies. I ram my entire body in that hole, you see that hole there, over there in the corner, my name is Keeet Rha-hamptah, I'm the Philosopher - take a moment to see what I look like,” He looked like this:

Low down hanging off his face moustache ropes; toothless, he was also toothless, Keeet Rha-hamptah had a wee blue flat cap and long silk robes, intricate patterns on them. These patterns were black and red, and depicted in some kind of weird arrangement: Plants. Or maybe some kind of dream forest, or maybe something else. The thing was, that Pheel was looking at, was, that – yeah; it was a dream forest, maybe plants, maybe plants made from human flesh.

Am I human?

- No, that was funny, he started - laughing aloud at that. Who asked that question? What kind of person and why. These were the things that made Pheel laugh.

He was continuing to say things in a voice, in a way, Keeet Rha-hamptah, ignoring him. More and more like a particular way of speaking that in this moment Pheel couldn't delineate more clearly than that – that, also, this too, wouldn't end, maybe wouldn't end.

It was this:

But Pheel kept laughing, intermittently - maybe he was nervous.

He was flicking his head in different directions trying not to drape the white hanging moustache ropes that started at the ends, either side, of his mouth, in the bowels of the creature that he was currently removing.

Pheel could see it had ears inside it too.

Saying all this he motioned Cazzo to a tree stump opposite his own; he'd sit here for the conversation; at a right angle, kind of, to his own. It had a back to it though, and arms, and it was soft wood, in that sense, he wasn't uncomfortable - the words said:

“Keeet Rha-hamptah, they cry me - I'm disembowelling here, this creature, a bag of ears in more than one sense, that, lives, you understand the use to which I'm putting this word, in, I'm saying in, the walls, it's mainly ears, this thing, it's purpose is all ears, but it's body, I'm saying it's body,” he shouted some of the phrases in what appeared to Pheel an entirely random order, “- it lives in the walls, here, you might ask yourself why, why is it even necessary, but apparently this is necessary. Very necessary; it's very necessary; don't know why you'd ask that – but it is - they listen to me. Hardly. In a very hard fashion, by means of, but not solely, this combination mammal creature I've described as a bag of ears -”

“I'm -