They accord with the sombre bulging of the foliage, in which now there are only images of giant or dwarf hips, feminine triangles, great V's, mouths of Sodom, glowing cicatrices, humid vents.
This landscape of abomination changes.

Gilles now sees on the trunks frightful cancers and horrible wens.

He observes exostoses and ulcers, membranous sores, tubercular chancres, atrocious caries.

It is an arboreal lazaret, a venereal clinic.
"And there, at a detour of the forest aisle, stands a mottled red beech.
"Amid the sanguinary falling leaves he feels that he has been spattered by a shower of blood.

He goes into a rage.