An emerald and amber beetle flies bumdown through the shrubbery behind Surrey House and makes a pass at Nick van Twillert who is reading The Horse and His Boy (while everyone else plays kingpin). He doesn't notice the beetle until it passes within a centimetre of his forehead--like a messenger from a suddenly materialising world.
The beetle bombs over to the trunk of a nearby virgilia where it alights, its thorax heaving.
Nick forgets his book. He zooms in on the beetle. He tries to figure out how it folds its wings so neatly. Nick imagines what it feels like to be a beetle.
But the insect trembles and throbs in the depths of a universe Nick cannot reach...like, it's in a magnified pond...covered with glass.