I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. "Well, it's a good story. . They had not so far been of much personal interest to Gerald, but tonight was different. He was so horny that he could probably make love to a tree. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. Then he took me out to Monteaux, on a motor. She had pushed aside her azure veil, taken off her snow-glasses, and sat smiling under her hand at the shining glories—the lit cornices, the blue shadows, the softly rounded, enormous snow masses, the deep places full of quivering luminosity—of the Taschhorn and Dom.
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