yet now i shall be able to rest easy again . he asked turning his gaze back to me . if there are no clouds at sunset - which happened yesterday - when i look up toward the sky , orange fire enters my skull , blinds me , and that 's almost as good , because it burns too and makes everything look divine . i suppose if i thought about it i would know , but i 'm not interested in history , really . when he managed to sleep , he had nightmares . 