The cup had been floating half in the water, but Ariel’s collision sent it dipping under, and now it sank. Curious, he gulped a lungful of air and dove. The cup, a broad chalice, was sinking quickly, so he reached for it; and reached not only through the dimensions of width and height and depth, but through sorrow and contentment and, I believe, bagelness. The feeling shocked him, and his distress grew as the cup became enormous, and instead of grasping it, he stepped inside.
