Bewing

Such changes may be rung on night-thoughts; but what is any moment of leisure, ennui, or enforced waiting but the chance to bewing leaden time? No load of circumstance can weigh down the mind gifted with levitation; 'no calm so dead that your lungs cannot ruffle it with a breeze.

With the imperious persuasiveness of a creator he breathes life into earth's "wrinkles of thought"— its rocks and hills, gorges and canyons, he instils a throb into his trees and huts, churches and towers, ramparts and vessels, he bewings his clouds and shapes them into knights and dragons and messengers, he bestows a rhythm of vitality upon his rivers and seas and creatures under the sea, he brings down the moon and stars in a choral dance, down to where we can reach and pluck them, and thus fulfil the dream every one of us dreamed in his childhood.

"Saint, take me to the Louvre on a litter. I want to slap Mona Lisa. An axe. I want to behead, bebreast, beleg the Venus of Milo. I want to bewing the Winged. [...]"