which is to be master- that's all." An encyclopedia describes a scorpion as a nocturnal arachnid that attacks and paralyzes its prey with a poison injected by the long, curved tail, used for both defense and destruction. People often draw back visibly when someone says he or she was born in November, murmuring, "Oh, you're a Scorpio! Sometimes there's also a giggle that obviously refers to the legendary Scorpio passion. In self-defense perhaps-or because you seek a really superior human being. Thanks to his well-controlled nature, he usually succeeds, but there are a couple of short cuts which will make it easier to penetrate his disguise at midnight or at noon. They can be green, blue, brown or black, but they'll be piercing with hypnotic intensity. First, you'd better learn how to recognize the sign.
But even the latter give him grudging respect, and you'll notice they're careful not to challenge him openly.
The examples of the few who did are vivid and painful reminders that caution is required in an attack against Scorpio and his planet, Pluto. Yet, there's a haunting sweetness about these people, and often a gentle sympathy with the sick or despairing.
He can imitate the nocturnal scorpion, who will sting others and even gong himself to death for the pure pleasure of stinging- or he can imitate the glorious, soaring path of his symbolic eagle, who rises above earthly limitations, and uses his strength wisely and justly.
Great generals like Mac Arthur, presidents like Theodore Roosevelt and scientists like Madame Curie and Jonas Salk are eagles.
As quiet as he tries to be, such a vital force can't be hidden completely.