faintly , as though under water , he hears katze , latch and reefer calling his name , sees them as vague , blurry outlines waving wildly from the city wall , staggers sideways past the headstone that is sacred to the memory of ruth bellerby died july 2 1832 aged 39 years and lurches phuthlapp into a mountain of flesh the size and shape of an unfeasibly enormous pear .