And I saw all the deaf, blind, ugly, cross-eyed, limp-legged, bulge-headed, bald and crooked girls in the world, sitting on little white mountains and weeping tears like sleet. There was a great clock ticking and every time it ticked the tears all fell together with a noise like broken glass tickling in a plate. And the ground trembled like a sleeping dog in front of the parlor fire when the bell tolls for a funeral.