And it seems the priestess and I had something in common
today because she, too, was due to be subjected to the ministrations of a
doctor. And so I wrote to her when I got back and asked ‘How was it for you?’ I
naturally hoped that the question wouldn’t be misconstrued and lead to her
coming over all faint and needing to lie down in a darkened room with a wetted
handkerchief laid over her ivory brow. I doubt it because:
1. She’s Australian by birth and upbringing, and Aussie
women are not much given to aping the sensibilities of English roses.
2. She’s ethnically Chinese, and although I’ve never seen
her brow, I doubt very much that it would be ivory. I did think of changing it
to yellow, but Chinese people don’t generally have yellow skin no matter how
perilous they become (not unless they’re jaundiced, of course, and what reason
would I have to presume such a condition?) Their skin is more likely to be a
sort of dull white, pale tan, or tan-with-a-hint-of-olive. (I imagine it would
be possible to obtain an expensive emulsion paint of that particular hue, but I
really couldn’t be certain.)
And I just realised that I’ve never seen a Chinese person
with freckles.
And I think I’m losing the plot.
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