he battered into her , invader , destroyer , and the cold blood gushed down her thighs and then he was in her , all the way up to her womb , and the moon was in her eyes , cold and silver fire , and when he came it was like molten iron , molten pig iron , molten brass , and she came herself , came in screaming , incredible pleasure , came in terror , in horror , passing through the pig-iron and brass gates into the desert land of insanity , chased through , blown through like a leaf by the bellowing of his laughter , watching his face melt away , and now it was the shaggy face of a demon lolling just above her face , a demon with glaring yellow lamps for eyes , windows into a hell never even considered , and still there was that awful good humor in them , eyes that had watched down the crooked alleys of a thousand tenebrous night towns ; those eyes were glaring and glinting and finally stupid .