The character of the Eight of Swords is as much a bird or a fish as she is a woman. You cannot make up your mind about her;her ambiguity compels yet another glance. She is the prostitute who has tried everything but is still blank and innocent;totally disillusioned,but with an unpredictable eye filled with curiosity. She sips her drink at a cheap plastic bar. Saturn,in a pink sphere,hovers over the sleeping city beyond the stylistic window blind of eight swords. Her urge to withdraw from life brings her futile struggle. Loss of honor,strength through limitations,dissipation,overwork.