“Don’t call me ‘sir’,” I said, allowing a bit of tenderness in my voice. I took the opportunity to look full upon the young model, taking that first full draught of her lines and colors. Iris struck me at once as lovely, but my critical faculties were already diminished by that stage of my career. Years of looking at women had taught me to discern the beauty inherent in every female’s form, from the plump rose of a newborn girl to the etched character of an old hag.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov