With the shade off, the mechanics of the lamp became obvious. The tapered cone terminated in a large chunk of crystal, rather than a bulb. Even through the glow it was giving off he could clearly see that it had been faceted. He tentatively touched it, discovering to his surprise that it was cool. Fascinated, he poked it again and it fell out of the lamp, softly clattering to the table. He grabbed it before it could fall to the floor and stuck it back in the lamp, feeling slightly guilty for breaking things that weren’t his. Although he had expected that it would be broken, as soon as it touched its cup, it re-illuminated.