I am the owner of my shoulders, the tenant of my hips. - Malcolm de Chazal

We see a friend’s eye as one and indivisible. A stranger’s eye we take in part by part: the white, the iris, and the pupil.

Like a hawk about to devour its prey, the wings of public opinion hover above the head of the judge. All the Court’s decisions are disguised and indirect forms of pleading at the bar of public opinion.

Petals are a plant’s eardrum. Distant sounds make them quiver like the needle of a seismograph.