O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last! — Walt Whitman, One Hour to Madness and Joy, 1860.

Oh, huh. There are breasts at the other end of that poking stick. Bare ones. "She says, she does not care if you look at the wrong places that don't make words, but if you think you don't have to answer with words she may let me eat you." Right. So. The shadow. That's a dragon's wing.