Still in the BQ Phase

It'll end soon as there have been events in the past 24 hours. In the meantime though this is enjoyable although written by someone better and more obvious. This is an extension of an evolving and likely wrong idea about girls that started in Tacoma and has, surprisingly, tightened even on the coast that is allegedly saner.

Eileen had long thin cool white hands too because she was a girl. They were like ivory, only soft. That was the meaning of Tower of Ivory but protestants could not understand it and made fun of it. One day he had stood beside her looking into the hotel grounds. A waiter was running up a trail of bunting on the flagstaff [!!!] and a fox terrier was scampering to and fro on the sunny lawn. She had put her hand into his pocket where his hand was and he had felt how cool and thin and soft her hand was. She had said that pockets were funny things to have: and then all of a sudden she had broken away and had run laughing down the sloping curve of the path. Her fair hair had streamed out behind her like the gold in the sun. Tower of Ivory, House of Gold. By thinking of things you could understand them.

From the Portrait. Someone told me the other day that this was a boring book.