silence is the most priceless music of all. (p101) - Angelina Muñiz-Huberman

They were but one page, one paragraph, one line, one word, one sound in history's great book of mix-ups. (p94)

It happens that one day the children begin to draw, and everything that was missing in that narrow, enclosed world begins appearing on scraps of paper gathered from any corner. Red suns, houses with doors and windows with cheery curtains, smoking chimneys and roads bordered with flowers which lead to the house and tall trees in the background. Boys and girls who jump and play; even dogs and cats and birds and butterflies, especially butterflies. Great blue flowers stuck on the walls. Sunlight overflowing everywhere. But this is not tolerated. It is not possible to create light in a dark world. A smile is not permitted. The dragon brings total blackness.

Thus it is that the man who invokes the dragon becomes his slave and has to feed the swollen belly and its insatiable appetite. Because the dragon promises him everything but demands everything of him.