and the Toumai skull, crumbling dome made of bone, open-mouthed begging the question what life was aiming at, as if aiming is life's aim. So to the weapon where the failsafe failed. The trigger stuck. All the wrongs combined an engineering disaster: the military off target. On screen the skull's teeth dance a show of amazement. And with molars remarkably human, he had his teething problems too. The Toumai as our present. Whenever the ridiculous can not be expressed, when all that's left is the grunt and the high whistle, then the Toumai marches next to you and you can feel his language in your bones
* The standard issue rifle of the British Army.