<I…I want…I want to eat up the world!> he said, frenzied. <I want to build and rebuild and design and…and dance! I want to dance! Oh God, there’s so much to work with in all of you! There’s so much material there, there’s so mu—> <Orso,> said Gregor blearily. <I am glad for you. But we must focus.> <Oh,> he said. <Right. Crasedes, and…and the end of the world and all.>
