>> oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. the trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. oh, it was wonder of wonders. and then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. i was in such bliss, my brothers.<