Ali stood a little ways back from the crowds lining the street edging Thomas Park, watching the children dance along to the music. They were certainly enthusiastically Irish for the moment. Ali's own obvious credentials had made getting to the park a challenge, as just about everybody wanted to have a celebratory kiss. And the less said about
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It is...it is... *For a moment he grapples for the words, making gestures with his free hand* ...I have not seen anything quite like it! *And he beams* Thankyou for bringing me!
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"You're welcome! I'm glad you felt up to coming with us today. Otherwise I would have had to carry you."
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You would do that - for me? *the dark eyes rwinkle at her* Madame, I would be a terrible burden.
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Merveilleux! ["Marvellous!"]
*His own arm moves rapidly - what, is he touching her? Blink and you'd miss that smooth movement - to curl about her in return. He's obviously got his assurance back in spades*
I cannot tell you how fortunate I have been to find a clever friend like you.
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Have you not realised that true beauty is the victor over even the most powerful and skilled of wordsmiths? *his smile has permeated his voice: Ali chose well in getting him outside again*
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"And here I thought beauty was inspiration. If I have been slaying that I have sought to create, I would be best a hermit who would cause no harm."
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Ah, cherie, but words are just the frame around the painting which is inspiration itself.
*...it's probably the first time he has called her that, and he hasn't even seemed to realise he's done it.*
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She is a landscape, a beautiful country, oui? Every time one goes back to her, there are more petits détails ["little details"] to see, depending upon mood. Some days you must focus only on her sky, with its little birds. Other days you can think only of where the paths among the green hills lead. Perhaps you will stand back and admire her from a distance. Or perhaps you will want to move close, so close, to see the very marks where the painter's brush has passed. *he gives a slight, very Gallic shrug* But you see? That is all the words I have...
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Vous ne pouvez pas être trop aimable avec l'inspiration. ["You can't be too kind to inspiration"] Don't be unkind to yourself, madame.
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You have decided what you think you deserve is all you should have! *he takes a drink of possibly-radioactive beer and smiles over the lip of the cup* I beg to differ, cherie, I beg to differ.
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