delicate touch

It was late in the summer of 19– when I first became acquainted with Steven. Circumstance had provided us the opportunity to work together, a collaboration which culminated in a slick bit of legal craftsmanship which had all the hallmarks of a jurisprudential masterpiece, at least when viewed by someone who could appreciate the invisible strings we fashioned to manipulate a sensitive artistic universe. Raising a toast of some rather exquisite champagne, Steven and I indulgently acknowledged our own handiwork, well aware that our finest accomplishment lay in the fact that no one outside the room would ever really appreciate our delicate touch. If things went as planned, we laughed, they would never even realize we had been there.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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