In airy halls of dismembered antiquities where a head without a nose is mounted on a steel pin instead of a neck you opened up your perception to me. Took me into the sculptor's eye where the heavy twist of a carved coiffure is seen as balanced against the young curve of a girl's chin. Noted that even a single foot can record a powerful grip of earth and so tell us much about an athlete. Discussed purity/lechery from the merest quirk in the chiselled line of mouth/eyes. Showed me more clearly than I had ever seen before that completeness is in the idea -- not in stone nor body.