My famous client.

I wonder at him. Like Elvis, he is the gatekeeper to his mother's bedroom. And all that, the fame, the hysteria, and somewhere far down the line, the music, all of it the desperate noise of a little boy trying to distract you from the delights of his mummy.

Oh, these errant fathers.

The celebrity they could have spared us.

'A Deflowering', 1911. The Zichy print arrived this morning. I shall invite George for supper.