Perelandra

Weston Possessed

Weston, still clothed but without his pith helment, was standing about thirty feet away; and as Ransom watched, he was tearing a frog - quietly and almost surgically inserting his forefinger, with its long sharp nail, under the skin behind the creature's head and ripping it open.....He did not look like a sick man, but he looked like a very dead one.