Mind Reader

Last week my fingers brushed across The Solitary Vice on a table in a bookstore, and lingered, but I was already carrying an impossibly heavy Lucian Freud monograph, and so I moved on. And then, wonder of wonders, an envelope arrived in the post today containing none other than the object of my desire. It's easy to see why, as from the look and sound of it, it's "so Lux Lotus." So "very Lux Lotus." More, perhaps, later.