Then Zeus called upon the artisan of the gods, lame Hephæstus, and he commanded him to make a being out of clay that would have the likeness of a lovely maiden. […] All strove to add a grace or a beauty to the work of Hephæstus.

She phoned a couple of friends only to establish that their machines were unaffected. “Wow, Ghita, maybe you've picked up one of these crazy viruses from the Philippines or wherever those cyberfreaks hang out!"

Then she made an impatient gesture with her hand. Time was, my dear colleague, when a snuff-box was as much part of my equipment as my phlebotomy case.

Nothing can dissolve us.