later , much later , when she looked at it , fully unrolled , spread out upon her bed , she was delighted to see that it bore a perfect likeness of his face , traced in the juices of his own body , lying there flat , dark now , conforming in every detail to his countenance ... save for the eyes -- which , strangely , seemed horizontal -- just slots -- as though they viewed straight across the surface of the world , as if the world were flat and his gaze traveled on without end , forever .