"Well, darling, my opinion is simply that it doesn't matter if those old perverts have dirty minds."
what is a reasonable number of double lives because we have more than that
paint-with-closed-eyes
She turned more serious. "I keep getting such beautiful imagery in my dreams... the city in the valley, and the sea-coast beyond, and the snowy peak overlooking the sea, and the gaily painted galleys that sail out of the harbour toward the distant regions where the sea meets the sky..."
play-my-part
"At least you're a painter. If someone else wrote the words, I could probably play that part, but describing them myself? I wouldn't know where to start."
play-my-part
"Could be fun."(He says it flirtatiously, though what he dreams isn't all that sexual. He's spent a fair time in palace on a river. The river winds in infinite oxbows, the balconies and courtyards of the palace loop in on themselves and the river in a fractal cascade of opalescent rainbow columns.)