“On her desk is a glowing thing, and I don’t know what it is. It makes my eyes prickle. It’s as if a flame was perfectly circular- it has a pinpoint nexus so deeply, breathtakingly black I can’t look at it, shreds and filaments of light shifting across it in a delicate orbit; so painfully delicate, so beautiful, like oil on water on fire, given exploding luminance – all white gold; edged with colors I have never seen before.”