saragina gracefully sat , but shakily , lifeless as flat brown leaves floating in layers upon the clutching glassy surface of a crystalline pond , unrippled by wind or tide or story-book water creatures , silently hoping for a loud and ringing break in the heated , untroubled serenity , of her smoky surroundings , the enchanted , womblike smoggy choking hades-omigod , i forget to re-open the flue !