90 classic titles celebrating 90 years of Penguin Books I went down, I climbed back up into the light of the jaguar sun - into the sea of the green sap of the leaves. The world spun, I plunged down, my throat cut by the knife of the king-priest . The solar energy coursed along dense networks of blood and chlorophyll; I was living and dying in all the fibers of what is chewed and digested and in all the fibres that absorb the sun.