He says he never sleeps. He says he will never die. He bows to the violinists, steps back smoothly, throws his head back and bursts into deep throaty laughter, he is everyone's favorite, this Judge. He waves, and the moon-shaped dome of his skull floats like a pale spot above the lamp, he quickly turns, and now one of the violins is in his hands, he makes a pirouette, he makes a step, two steps, he dances and plays. His legs are light and agile. He never sleeps. He says he will never die. He dances in the light and in the shadows, and everyone loves him. He never sleeps, this Judge. He dances and dances. And he says he will never die.