closer and closer to the shadow of memory , then to memory , thenalmost touching the keys nowinto the big hand methodically snapping and crushing each finger in turn , working not only these fingers out of their sockets but also breaking and snapping those longer , slender fingers of hands he used to know , those hands he had remembered , those hands that now ached to return and that now , with the touch of keys under his skin , came rushing back and forced their way into his broken splinters .