Read the excerpt from Infinite Jest
There is a new silence. The yellow Dean's eyebrows go circumflex. The two other Deans look to the Director of
Composition. The tennis coach has moved to stand at the broad window, feeling at the back of his crewcut. Uncle
Charles strokes the forearm above his watch. Sharp curved palm-shadows move slightly over the pine table's shine,
the one head's shadow a black moon.
What can be inferred from this excerpt?