"As the menus were unfolding, sleep descended. All at once, as if the sky had fallen. Cello and cabin and cooking now dust to the wind, abandoning me, alone again, asleep like a tuna." Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, NY: Vintage, 1991, page 126. |  | "’You bad girl, wait you, a fish demon will breathe poison over your face at night!’ "That night I dreamt of a fish with glittering, sharp scales scraping its way up to my cot, its dead eyes fixed on my helpless body." Anita Rau Badami, Tamarind Mem, Toronto, Viking, 1996, page 57. |
