This two-page chapter discusses a mystical occurrence that Dillard calls exemplary of the writing life: She writes alone in a house, and her typewriter erupts into flames. Dillard leaves the typewriter alone for a moment to go upstairs, but soon feels the whole house shaking from the typewriter’s tremors. The surrounding furniture, upholstery, and even her own clothes become pockmarked from sparks, but the typewriter appears undamaged, despite the flames pouring from between the keys. Dillard gets the fire under control and tentatively goes to sleep. The typewriter does not erupt again, but Dillard remains cautious now that she knows its volatility.