The rabbis paled. I’d managed to terrify holy men. Maybe I could beat up a nun for an encore.

The French always make our sort happy because, like us, they know how to love, they’re just as good at playing the accordion, and they’ve made a real art of their inability to bake proper...

It is only people who are lacking, or bad, or inferior, who have to be good at things. You have always been full and perfect, so you had nothing to make up for.