For one so lofty, for one so keen to be above, to prove herself beyond the gangrene grasp of decaying fingers she herself painted slick and black with her mildew'd tongue, for one with whispers of wit none have seen and eyes she wishes held some coal of intelligence, for one who must must must be seen as inconsequentially consequential, and indeed, desired, she knows cannot puzzle a puzzle without a man on a lead with a muzzle.