One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from disquieting dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. The crawling figure here is evidently a ground-dwelling relative of the horripilant putti, those disembodied head-wing subassemblies straight off one of the more gruesomely riveting pages in a medical textbook of birth anomalies, who nonetheless crowd around Renaissance paintings adoring the subject matter. "Heaven's pigeons", one art critic called them; but his page is gone now. There must be a prayer for the deleted web pages.