Crime burst in like a flood; modesty, truth, and honor fled. […] It appeared to her like the sun bursting through a cloud. […] Some of them, like Briareus, had a hundred arms; others, like Typhon, breathed out fire. […] The sound was like the roar of a furnace, and the smoke like that of water upon quick-lime. […] Its eyes shone with blood and fire, its bristles stood like threatening spears, its tusks were like those of Indian elephants.