Sometimes insidious, the 'A' slithers into sight, asplike, proffering
the tempting curves of abundant knowledge, and wraps around the animus
like a hope unexpectedly rising to get caught in the throat. It recognizes
your complicity and winks at you, its belly sated with all the riches
you have imbibed at its font. Like the sinuous stare of a Victorian houri,
dangerous and forbidden, the letter tempts you with the rich curves, luscious in
the angle of confluence, and bold in the extenuation of the arc.