The bite of his tools could be heard, his spine lengthened, he crawled, climbed down, then up again, holding on by a miracle, in continual movement, the flight of a nocturnal bird amid the scaffolding of a belfry.
On entendait la morsure de ses outils, son échine s'allongeait, il rampait, descendait, remontait, se tenant encore par miracle, dans un branle continu, un vol d'oiseau nocturne au travers des charpentes d'un clocher.