Temporal Wrinkles

The first thing to strike me about "A Wrinkle in Time" when I read it in fifth grade was the majestic winged centaur on the cover. After much anticipation, that marvelous image turned out to be naught but a momentary transformation of Whatsit. But I was already enjoying the book by that point.

The film didn't even show that brief appearance of the centaur, but it compensated by throwing full effort into Oprah's makeup. All the glitter. Maximum sparkle. And if I'm honest, that's at least as meaningful to me as a winged centaur at this point in my life.

Bonus Question!

Best centaur?

Cenarius!