The horror in her face made me tremble lest her eyes should open, and the sight of them overwhelm me.

Her bosom heaved and sank, but no breath issued.

Her hair hung and dripped; then it stood out from her head and emitted sparks; again hung down, and poured the sweat of her torture on the floor.
I would have thrown my arms about her, but Mara stopped me.
"You cannot go near her," she said.

"She is far away from us, afar in the hell of her self-consciousness.

The central fire of the universe is radiating into her the knowledge of good and evil, the knowledge of what she is.