Sigh, I did, curled up behind my wise cute tutor as the temple’s great second whorl, to which she’d noonly introduced me, enconched the first. As I’d come to hope and fancy, the Perseid reliefs and my altared view were not coterminous there where I sat regnant with Andromeda; a second series—correspondent to the first in relative proportions, but of grander breadth to fit the scale of their enormous revolution—commenced just after, at the pillar on that farther wall aligned quite with my left-foot bedpost and Calyxa’s navel-point.