After the long day, she was feeling completely beat.

And can a man his own quietus make / with a bare bodkin? / With daggers, bodkins, bullets, man can make / a bruise or break of exit for his life; / but is that a quietus, O tell me, is it quietus?

Obsidian is a holohyaline rock.

Such a man continues to progress in this state till an imperceptible [tru]th opens between his mind and the minds of the seraphic order of high angels.