Baby Pierre is the only one with nothing to read, and no access to in-flight entertainment. He flails around inside the Room of One's Own, trying to find his way out.
He can't breathe.
Suddenly he feels a soft wet thing.
Then he feels a long hard thing.
What can they be?
.........
Down below, in the nice smelling bag, Ouvert reads Rimbaud's Illuminations with mounting excitement.
He reads Apres le Deluge.
Oh les pierres precieuses qui se cachaient......
That is what Rimbaud had written, in French.
Oh les pierres....
The precious stones that hid themselves......
Who could they be?
.......
Baby Pierre grasps the long hard thing.
It is a torch.
How lucky. Gaius must have left his torch inside the bag, or maybe it had been tucked inside one of his dirty socks.
Baby Pierre grasps the soft wet thing
Oh joy! It is one damp page of La Princesse de Babylone, smelling faintly of the gentle rains of Quillan.
Baby Pierre wraps himself up in the Princesse de Babylone and sleeps all the way to Singapore.
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