"The detectives don't know what to say... a blast? What's that supposed to mean? As Polza tries to explain what the English word for blast means, and what it makes him go through, the detectives scratch their heads. It's this crackling in Polza's head, the terrible sound of the breaking of bones, when different air pressures from two sides come together and you are squeezed in between, or at least your head is and then your skull feels like it's sucked out and then suddenly you feel like a newborn levitating through the air having visions of a giant Moai and seeing a world without any morals. It sounds completely insane! But is Polza really insane? Or is he pretending to be? He speaks in such a poetic, philosophic manner that you start to think that maybe he is not that monster capable of killing a lady in cold blood."