"The dying lady’s name is a low cloud made of ectoplasm, made of play dough, made of grey cellophane crumpled by a deaf child, made of steam from a boiling kettle that got up a full head, hauled up anchor and steamed away, to the north, to Cape Rienga, of course" (Jeffrey Harpeng).
"It was impossible for me to put on shoes." From We Can Read Magic and Make-believe Book Two by Gerrard & McInnes, 1965.