all her images , words the grinding of the cogs in her brain : laughing : machining out blast ! s nothing in it about moronis toot or anything mormon or for that matter anything which she realizes she remembers as `` anything '' for it is all original time and space : indeed , indeed , inside her mind , her hands tapping each other , almost slapping , her feet ready to move , not knowing where , not slipping into any known vector , just all this as blast !