For those animals living in the mesopelagic zone, where some light downwells from the surface, a visual predator looking up at them could see a silhouette.

You specials, Nigel said disgustedly. I don't know why I bovver, really I don't.

And like an unhilted sword, this edge could cut very deep.

This morning (we living lately in the garret,) I rose, put on my suit with great skirts, having not lately worn any other clothes but them.