"I can't tell you how I knew - but I did know that I had crossed the border. Everything I loved was lost but no aorta could report regret. A sun of rubber was convulsed and set; And blood-black nothingness began to spin; A system of cells interlinked within cells interlinked within cells interlinked within one stem. And, dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played." -- Vladimir Nabokov