"Somebody's heart says, 'I am the wind from the cold snow of the mountain, and you are the tiger whose roar will freeze in your own ears before you tremble and die in the iron knife of my winter eyes'?" "It sounds like you," said Mu. "Bluster and brag." "I am the round eyed sweating man who stinks like the corpse of a leaking skunk, and you are the flower who will wilt unless I take an immediate shower with lye and ammonia." "Keep your eyes closed when you do," said Mu. "That stuff burns."