he stuffed it , neatly and hurriedly , albeit ghastily across his disturbed chest , into his left blue-jeans jacket pocket , kissing it first -- again , mr. hamilton was n't there to feel it -- and , while sustaining his two-point kneeling position , he dramatically allowed his thickly furred head , blacker than night itself , to sink all the way downward again 'til it almost began dropping off .