IVIV, Bigfoot on Doc's case

[Monte Davis]

Tore Rye Anderson nominates:

> "And here it is, upon the Windward Side, where no ship ever 
> comes willingly, that her visits begin. [...]
>   Once, long before dawn, bidden he can scarce say how, Mason 
> rises from his cot,-- Maskelyne across the shelter snoring in 
> a miasma of wine-fumes and an Obs Suit patch's together from 
> local sources, whose colors in the Gloom are mercifully 
> obscur'd,-- enters the Wind, picks his way 'cross 
> Boot-slashing Rock up over the ridgeline and down onto the 
> floor of a ruin'd ebony forest, where among fog-wisps and 
> ancient black logging debris polish'd by the Wind, she 
> accosts him shiv'ring in his Cloak. The Ocean beats past the 
> tiny accidental Island. "I can't have Maskelyne finding me out here."
>    "I imagin'd you miss'd me," she replies in her own 
> unmodified voice. Christ. The Moonlight insists she is there. 
> Her eyes have broken into white, and grown pointed at the 
> outer ends, and her ears are back like a cat's. "What are you 
> up to here, Charlie? What is this place?"" (M&D, 163-64)
>  
> Sea, check. Elusive love, check. Moonlight and ghostliness, 
> check. As for mirrors: well, I guess the polished logging 
> debris and her white eyes will have to do. Semi-check?

It's lovely (and Rebekah's tranformation recalls Katje's at GR 196:)

"...but the moonlight only whitens her back, and there is still a dark side,
her ventral side, her face, that he can no longer see, a terrible beastlike
change coming over muzzle and lower jaw, black pupils growing to cover the
entire eye space till whites are gone and there's only the red animal
reflection when the light comes to strike *no telling when the light*-" )

But with "V is a bitch" I was hinting at M&D 61:

"Mason the widower with that Melancholick look, an impassion'd, young-enough
Fool willing to sail oceans and fight sea-battles just to have a chance to
watch Venus, Love Herself, pass across the Sun,- in these parts exotic even
in his
workaday earth tones, coming in starv'd from the Sea with all those strange
Engines, and obviously desperate for a shore-cook'd meal. None of this has
appear'd to him in any mirror he's consulted.
	"Until June, most of their obs will be of Jupiter's Moons playing at
Duck and Ducklings..."
 
> Does this qualify me for a stuffed panda?

Let me see <squinting>... Nah, from here you look more like a Danish
comp-litterateur. Try more eye makeup, and eat all the bamboo you can find.