John dear, it was that scalloped fire which Gargoyle was staring at.
I only saw and smelled the flowers; Gargoyle looked as if he felt them!
Yet, if ever the moment had come to question him who had once been "Gargoyle," that moment was come now!
He is too much the gargoyle himself for the delights of dizziness.
It is like Socrates, that head; and like a gargoyle on the tower ...