If only eyes were to be seen. Brilliant bright eyes, grey as ever. And I would follow these eyes and find you sitting there. You're the warmth and softness I feel. You're the one who makes me want to stay.
The young man who emerges from Virgil Tanase's biography in particular is seductive, funny and loving, but constantly on the move: between the raw, sun-drenched Mediterranean and cramped, grey Paris, ever in search of respite from crippling bouts of tuberculosis, as well as comfort from the various women he charmed and loved with a passion.