The gods smiled on his labours.

But music in Tarantino is also part of a larger sonic obsession that stresses the acoustic impact of dialogue, noise, atmosphere, and effects—Tarantino is an audio[-]mane as much as a melomane.

There was certainly plenty of badass Arya before and after—more on that soon—but here was Arya the living, breathing human, outnumbered and petrified of making the one slight wrong move that would doom her.

That is, in the sovereign act of creation, whereby YHWH orders chaos, YHWH provisionally defeated the power of the Nihil but did not destroy or eliminate the threat of chaos.