She was a fly, but the others were dragonflies, butterflies, beautiful insects, dancing, fluttering, skimming, while she alone dragged herself up out of the saucer.

“How much she wanted it - that people should look pleased as she came in, Claris…”

“She was off like a bird, bullet, or arrow, impelled by what desire, shot by who…”

“There was a star riding through clouds one night, ”

“The door opens and the tiger leaps.”