sheConstantine shook his head; his way of indicating that the only answer to the question was one best left unspoken.
“Anyway, how are you getting on?” she asked him. For all he tested her patience, she felt an undeniable warmth towards Constantine; however trying his oft-aired soliloquies on the state of modern art could be, he was one of the sharpest, thoughtful and academically gifted people she’d ever met. It was just the fact that he had to be so damned right all the time that grated.
rightIt wasn’t that his attitude rang of someone who just thought they knew best, either. He was one those people who carried the infuriating self-assuredness of a man who knew that he was smart; whose brain was filled with vast, untapped pools of information yearning for release, but who could never q
