3: THE SHAPE OF A BODY

“The fact is, said Anna, trying to be calm about it, to herself: that I’m not fit to cope with anything. I stay above all this - chaos, because of this increasingly cold, critical, balancing little brain of mine. (Anna again saw her brain, like a cold little machine, ticking away in her head.)
    She lay, frightened, and again the words came into her head: the spring had gone dry. And with the words, came the image: she saw the dry well, a cracked opening into the earth that was all dust.”