Quote #6
My eye went to you like the nectar moth flits to jacynth.
More from Jack Vance
- My clever baton holds your unnatural sorcery in abeyance.
- Gid: hybrid of man, gargoyle, whorl, leaping insect.
- Until work has reached its previous stage nympharium privileges are denied to all.
- Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic!
- Grue: man, ocular bat, the unusual hoon.
- She contrived to twist her body into first one luxurious position, then another.
- Cease the bickering! I am indulging the exotic whims of a beautiful princess and must not be distracted.
- I become drunk as circumstances dictate.