Even more like we're inside a leaf, veins shooting out everywhere. And, of course, the ubiquitous icon is here. (It may look more like a mini space shuttle at this point, but it's still a Mandelbrot-set icon.) Though you can't see 'em, the icon has its own "smaller fleas that on him prey," of course. "Thus every poet, in his kind/Is bit by him that comes behind," writes Swift in the lines that follow his flea metaphor, "Who, though too little to be seen/Can teaze, and gall, and give the spleen..."