With eager eyes they watched the white light bathe the screen. To an ignorant observer one box had been put in another then as if by magic light appeared forming a rectangle on the white tapestry hung upon the cork wall. Richly embroidered and brocaded with motifs drawn from forms of nature surrounding them on the island. A picture appeared. The sun sinking. Mauve lakeside silhouette of large pine trees, orang sun sinking. Point of view withdraws through monks grouped standing facing the sunset. Profile views, russet light delineating features. Fade to darkness. Rich blue star studded. Small bats in the sir flutter in and out of view randomly. This for a very long time. Then the larger box makes a series of noises, clicks, the picture stops. Darkness. General murmurs of approval.