/ The baker eats fish and the fishes eat hay.'? It takes the genius of Polly Tarantella to uncover some kind of a coherent statement of Crystal's phil...sophy in such lyrics. What I'd most liked about the song was how the harmony in the chorus sounds as much like the Beach Boys as it does sixteenth century polyphony.Something Polly doesn't elaborate on much is what a Crystal Passion gig was like. That's partly because the written record of our gigs is restricted to a few brief and remarkably coy. ”“The Sisters?”“Agree there’s an opportunity for refinement.”Gulp.“Now, what are you to focus on?”“Naked people.”“What!”“It’s The McGovern elixir for the nerves. Imagine the audience is naked.”Ms. Sloane seemed trying not to smile.“Froggy said to imagine they’re sitting on toilets.”“That’s a lot of toilets.”“Well, Trish nixed that one anyway.”“Good. Now think back — what are you to focus on?”“Oh. Right. They’ll only be looking at me for a moment. As soon as I say ‘Hello,’ you kill the lights. He was a lean man, leathery and wiry. His hands were thick and callused from hard work and his brown face almost glowed with a reddish hue in the fading light of the setting sun.“Why does that matter?” Gillen Hawksley asked from just behind Yren before he had a chance to respond. She’d heard the flying monsters were attracted to fire, but there was still over an hour left in the day. Certainly that was enough time before the mythical ‘dragons’ would put in an appearance.Besides, she wanted. That was all. It was inevitable that Khadija would find an excuse to invite Azalea back to her own bed in her town centre apartment, just between the faded mosque and the mall. It wasn’t just that Khadija especially wanted to make love to Azalea. That was virtually a given fact. It was also that lecturers and other teaching staff were expected, indeed encouraged, to get to know their students in this way. It showed that they had a proper regard for their charges’ progress. This romantic.