*Tarquin*
“I prefer dramatic ideas”, Justin is saying. “For example, sixty-seven of my poems promise to do the impossible for love.”
“I suppose that’s where walking on water comes in,” Isolde says. “What other kinds of things do you promise to do?”
“Walk through fire,” Justin says. “Hold the world in my hand.”
“Those two suffer from the same incompatibility,” I say. “While I suppose you might walk through fire… though I think leap would be a more accurate description… you clearly have delusions of grandeur.”
“Beta Justin, if you have a divine side, this would be a good moment to reveal it.” Isolde looks hopeful.
“I think we can all agree that the two of you have sadly prosaic souls,” Justin says. “Poetry is my destiny. Mockery won’t stop me. Someday I’ll meet a Miss as beautiful as t
