“… And to the sweet sound of an accordion, the pub spiders launched their last attack. They wove loose webs on top of the glasses, the cups, the ashtrays, around the legs of the tables and the chairs. Then they bound them together with secret threads, as if it was crucial that from their hidden corners, they should notice every little move and every little stir, as long as this almost invisible perfect web was not damaged. They move webs around the sleepers faces, their feet, their hands. Then hurried back to their hiding-place, waiting for one of their ethereal threads to quiver to start it all over again…”

[voice-over from the movie]