A little light hussar was boldly taking the field in a modified Exterior, which one did not wear at all; in tight riding breeches, he shot by astride a missile, which he had harnessed and sat upon like a cat on the saddle, in imitation of English jockeys. How this hussar could kill his opponents and survive himself was impossible for Vronsky to conceive.
— Android Karenina
The screen showed a grainy image of monolithic doors blocking the path of a single-seater rocket car—its body like a pregnant needle bisected by a huge tail fin. A curvaceous feminine form in a tight silver unitard reclined in the cockpit.
