Oct 15, 2011
She brightened. "Oh, that is better. Spock and Phyllida. Spock and Phyllida. It goes trippingly on the tongue. Spock and Phyllida. There's assonance and rhythm there. We must tell it to the starflies, that they can rise up and write across the sky, 'Spock and Phyllida are one!'" "We are not one," he said crossly. She subsided at once with a look of hurt. "Your eyes are not so deep-seeing as they appear," she said. "They see me only as a wood nymph. They do not see that it is a transformation. I was a powerful princess till a wicked wizard cast a spell and turned me into a simple nymph and imprisoned me in the glade."
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