Pierre Auguste Renoir The Umbrellas

Pierre Auguste Renoir The UmbrellasPierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneusesPierre Auguste Renoir By the Seashore
There was a thoughtful pause.
"Only -"said Trestle.
"Only what?" asked Cutangle.
"Only what was it you understood?" said Trestle. "That's what's bothering me. I mean, can you explain it?"
"How do you mean, explain?" Cutangle looked worried.
"What he keeps talking about," said Trestle, a hint of desperation in his voice. "Oh, it's the genuine stuff, I know. But what "I'm sure that's what he said," said Cutangle. He was starting to sweat.
"No, I remember the bit where he seemed to suggest that if you went far enough in any direction you would see the back of your head," Trestle insisted.
"You're sure he didn't mean someone else's head?"exactly is it?" Cutangle looked at him, his mouth open. Eventually he said, "Oh, that's easy. Magic fills the universe, you see, and every time the universe changes, no, I mean every time magic is invoked, the universe changes, only in every direction at once, d'you see, and -" he moved his hands uncertainly, trying to recognise a spark of comprehension in Trestle's face. "To put it another way, any piece of matter, like an orange or the world or, or -" "- a crocodile?" suggested Trestle. "Yes, a crocodile, or - whatever, is basically shaped like a carrot." "I don't remember that bit," said Trestle.