The trouble arose out of needless self-knowledge. The organism would recoil even on gentle pin-pricks. Goggle-eyed girls touched tender spots .A phallic water-tank towered, Shiva-like,over stony portals of glorified knowledge.
The shrill sea-gull’s cry vaporized as rain-cloud. A morning bird fanned a dewy garden air. My glass eye lost the bee in floral confusion. There was this gently smiling anaconda in the hall. There were no beauty-tokens, only tattered egos.