Chapter seventeen.. "Wonder woman" a novel written by Hanno Ridal Raudsepp.. or William Marston.. junior..?.. Barbara Minerva..

Barbara Minerva loved horses.. but her love of horses was mystical.. whereas Adam Verver wrote that the most exquisite shape in nature for him had become.. the snail.. in Henry James's "The Golden Bowl".. when Adam Verver was thinking of architectural sculptural shapes in his raptures of visions for the architectures of museums megalopolises he was visioning for himself like architectural Blakeian visions.. a true Giganta-visionary was Adam Verver... it was a relation between Adam Verver's vision of the snail and of Barbara Minerva's vision of horses that defined an integument of Barbara Minerva's soul at this instant year of her life... perhaps it was her very bestest friend.. Giganta.. Giganta seemed to have the sinuous body of a horse's strenght and majesty.. the soul of Giganta had the majestic bodyness to it of a horse's regal stride and walk and force and horse's momentum.. and of .. a horse's torque..?... all of these concepts of classical physics seemed to defined Giganta's horseness of horsehappy values.. heh.. to quote the great Finnegan of James Joyce's last great work.. Giganta's soul was truly nude with pleasure like a great malt soda drink from an old '50' diner... Barbara Minerva sorta wished she could.. somehow.. be.. BECOME herself .. Giganta.. It was the ferret of savage joy in Barbara Minerva that brought such clasping idea's to her inner craven scrupling self Barbara Minerva's quartered joys and pleasures of motive...