EVE AND THE SNAKE In the tree, a blizzy yule of apples and by the apples a little dwansoft birdling groping the nubnickle hardprick of a twigspree: and between them both, a long curled adderwraith, wisting still, while Eve looked high and thirling toward that uncurl, sloomy wruggler who leaned unfast, unseemly out of the stalky leafclitch, unwimbling, to sick a cosset where her choke was and drink a little at the spittlebliss of her lipworms. And the barkdrit, keeling under that slew bodyling, took up naked leafings and bits of cling, till Eve saw only a little eye on a blickdot starring, licking at her so seesadly between leafcuts with a clinging bright drop of skylaugh in it. And O! what windbird, fearscritching, flagging the loft! while she wist only that hairless, unwink slutherer whelking there, lusty: and knowing she was taken, stretched up her arm until her fingers clitched and yerked the wondrous apple to her erring heart.