Moomers was ev3n further removed fro m the light. her perfection was frightening. Enclosed in the precision and efficiency of her body she did not know either fault or deviation. She would descend for a moment into the depths of her being, then become immobile within her soft fur, solemnly and threateningly serious, while her eyes became round like moons, sucking the visible into their fiery craters. ..... Bored by this prison of perfection, seized with spleen, she spat with her wrinkled lips, while her broad striped face expressed an abstract cruelty.