Then there is the woman! Ah yes, the woman, the glorious woman! Tall, hair like wheat drying in the summer sun, eyes the color of the sky after the rains of spring. The woman is like Diana of the Greeks, her mighty bow of victory ever ready! Her arrows called bolts fly, fttt, fttt, fttt! And, they never miss. She fires once, twice, ten times or a hundred, she never misses.