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Stephen's distance from his own body is nowhere more evident than when he performs an act of excretion. His urination becomes so absorbed in poetic tissues of sound that the reader can barely tell that it is happening. The flowing of his own water makes a "floating foampool" on the swirling waters of Cock Lake, but that one familiar impression is nearly lost in a rhapsody of sounds and images: "Listen: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Vehement breath of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. And, spent, its speech ceases. It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling."

JH 2013