3. Vespers Pulse of a Cat’s Throat The teeth of tigers is not the bone-scraping cry of ancient prey any more than Ida’s tongue is the drop about to fall from the bathtub faucet. The drop, more convincing than her reflection in the sink mirror, falls to find its place as one of many such descending petitions, culminating as the dregs of ancient ocean-seeking armies. Thus do cats lick faucets. Such are their tongues. Gyroscope Review 47 !