belles de jour

The lady with the cats is thinking of Dmitri, but admits to have been feeling upset and perplexed as to why he couldn't have assumed a cloak (as she would have expected) and left word with the majordomo at the S.B. The way Annabel Lee's wired she can hardly help but take it personally. The starved gnat had thought the request minimal. Kitty still doesn't understand. She and Levin had a lot of face time as I recall. Their mysterious communion didn't all transpire in the ether. Those two, seated together at balls, enjoyed entire signaled conversations "in the language of eyebrows and fingers," to quote Ovid via Guy Lee. All this said, though she has been feeling a little chilled and killed, your islandmountainglacier loves you too and it is hard for her to stay away for long.

More later, dearest. Hope all's well with you.

Pierre Bonnard, The Open Window, 1921, The Phillips Collection, Washington, D.C.