Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do? Now, that I have allowed you to beat me!
Do you think that we could play another game?
Maybe I can win this time?
I kind of like the misery you put me through.
Darling, you can trust me completely; If you even try to look the other way, I think that I could kill this time.
Is she not right?
Is she insane?
...
In a storm of proffered adjectives I stood in the piazza and watched spellbound as the Great Council of Venice marched along the Molo, as the High Mass was sung from the altar of San Marco, as the ships moved out on the glassy waves of the Adriatic, as the brushes dipped to gather up their colors and mix them in the earthen pots-rose madder, vermilion , carmine, cerise, cerulean, turquoise, viridian, yellow ocher, burnt umber, quinacridone, citrine, sepia, Caput Mortuum Violet- oh, too lovely-and of a thick lacquer, the name Dragon's blood.