Like a rhinoceros in a thicket, I am quite invisible until you need me, until you hunger for me, until you become desperate, and I emerge like a battleship from a Norwegian fiord more than willing to sink the allied shipping.
What would you do without me? You would be at the mercy of the world, the banality would eat you, you would disappear like Cinderella before midnight, nothing would save you, not a glass slipper, not all your tears and entreaties. But secret and hidden, invisible, lies the rhinoceros, a huge beast, a battleship of a beast, with a short temper lighting a fuse of fury.
And what a magnificent sight as the rhinoceros emerges slowly from the thicket, and as the grey battleship slips easily out of the fiord, both with deadly intent, slowly picking up speed, until their huge bulk is unstoppable.