I played him the Goldberg Variations. If one wishes to reduce a sensitive German to tears there is no surer… — John Fowles

There was a bright wind, it was a Dufy day, all bustle, movement, animated colour..

There are people who have an instinctive yet perfect moral judgment, who can perform the most complex ethical calculations like an Indian peasant can sometimes perform astounding mathematical feats in a matter of seconds. Lily was such a person. I craved her approval.

The writing was impeccably neat and legible though rather crabbed into the centre of the page; I saw a neat crabbed man behind it. Presumably some sort of retreat, one of those desiccated young Catholics that used to mince around Oxford when I was an undergraduate.