Her pupils appeared enlarged, and the whites of her eyes had a wateriness of morbid reflection.
Ferragut felt that thus the insane must look in their great crises.
She was speaking between her teeth, with emotional pauses, admiring the ferocity of the cuttlefish, grieving that she did not possess their vigor and their cruelty.
"If I could only be like them!...

To be able to go through the streets ...

through the world, stretching out my talons!...

To devour!...

to devour! They would struggle uselessly to free themselves from the winding of my tentacles....