she suddenly leaped at him with that limber ferocity , and although he felt certain she meant to hurt him as she had before , possibly because she could n't get at the dirty birdie of a scriptwriter who had cheated rocket man out of the hudson before it went over the cliff , he did not move at all - he could see the seeds of her current instability in the window of past she had just opened for him , but he was also awed by it - the injustice she felt was , in spite of its childishness , completely , inarguably real .