Everything in my house is cotton, gold, glass or wood.
Nothing is too good for me.
I have suffered for everything I own.
I am excessively inbred; I have a pathological fear of blood.
Even insect blood which is of another hue entirely.
I clean all my furniture with chamois skin, gently.
I sometimes put it against my cheek. It is wonderful
how soft it is, how supple and warm. I digress."