there was arkwright in his chair and torrance standing behind him and me against the wall , and there was the lamplight and the nidus and the spatula , and , glistening on the spatula , pwdre ser , the rot of stars that made men rot , and inside each of us das ungeheuer , the thing unwinding that whispers i am with the force to break the world in half , the thing in you and the thing in me , the thing in thomas and the thing in jacob wall , o doors , two for each of us .