'How can I decide?' said I. 'You have not told me what you want of me. But I tell you now that if it is anything against the safety of the fort I will have no truck with it, so you can drive home your knife and welcome.'

She lives on the borderline between reality and madness.

And I explore the question of, and the conditions for, an exceptional contemporary epochality, whose exceptional difficulty is what I have characterized elsewhere as the epochal double re-doubled.

“Do not do it,” said the god, “You cannot escape Ungit by going to the deadlands, for she is there also."