Oh, the eye! The eye! Yesterday you had the demure lady whose eye was full of joy, yet her manners were so under control that no other part of her form gave away her delight.

And here is the basilisk--and there the cockatrice--and way over there the Gorgon sisters who turn us to stone with their less-than-joyful glances.

The power of the eye is extraodinary.

What other eyes turn us to stone?