Literature
Eye of the Beholder et cetera
"You're what?"
Leonardo sent his friend a pitying glance, fanning himself with a piece of paper. The day was stifling hot, and they had retreated from the bright sun into the relative coolness of his workshop. Both of them were reduced to chemises and hose now that the last of Leonardo's patrons had come and gone.
"I said that I realized how plain I am," he replied as if to a child. "I don't mean anything by it; just that after working with that beautiful model recently, I was thinking about how I compared." He sighed, gazing at the sketches he'd made. "It's an interesting concept, really--from a purely artistic standpoint, how does bo