A Sudden Guide to Working with People. Naples (№ 414734)

I can feel your gaze, Mr. von Schönburg-Hartenstein.
The stones would feel your gaze.
With the intensity with which your pupil drinks the light reflected by me, even the granite baobab would be reached by a phrase sung so many times by a distant English lady that she did not sing it and with one twentieth of your involvement, sir-
I love you till my breathing stops.
You burn out intensely adore me.