“Her stare was cold, inscrutable, as if she were weighing him in the white, hot fire of her eyes. He allowed himself to be weighed in that scale for it seemed the only means by which she had to judge the world around her. So beautiful a measure, he noted, but the scales so dreadfully unbalanced.”

“Her stare was cold, inscrutable, as if she were weighing him in the white, hot fire of her eyes. He allowed himself to be weighed in that scale for it seemed the only means by which she had to judge the world around her. So beautiful a measure, he noted, but the scales so dreadfully unbalanced.”

— H. Leighton Dickson