God above, this man was as chiseled as the statues she'd spied in the Louvre.

This seems to imply that by then at least one (") of Gellius' children was of negotious age, having taken the manly toga.

My world is built of touch-sensations, devoid of physical color and sound […] . Every object is associated in my mind with tactual qualities which, combined in countless ways, give me a sense of power, of beauty, or of incongruity: for with my hands I can feel the comic as well as the beautiful in the outward appearance of things.

She reached over and picked up a French fried potato.