So it was with the Formifolk as I looked out upon them.
With outstretched hands and tremulously moving lingers they
rushed from side to side, jostling and bumping one another,
while a nameless dread wfis depicted upon their upturned faces.
Anon a group would halt, join hands, and begin to exchange
thoughts by lightning-like pressures, tappings, and strokes,
when others would dash against them, break them apart, and
confusion would reign greater than ever
