“Goodness gracious me,' exclaimed Alexia, 'what are you wearing? It looks like the unfortunate progeny of an illicit union between a pair of binoculars and some opera glasses. What on earth are they called, binocticals, spectoculars?”

“He wore binoculars around his neck the way librarians wear their glasses.”

“For me the whole world is like a gigantic theater in which I am the only spectator without opera glasses. The orchestra plays the prelude to the third act, the stage is far away as in a dream, my heart swells with delight—and you want to blind me with a pair of half-ruble spectacles?”

“I can´t help it. You´re just so sexy in those baggy-ass pants. I got to get me a pair, ´cause nothing says hotness like wearing what looks like two Heftys stitched together at your racket and balls.´”

“I say, darling, who is that lovely?''Let me look through my opera glasses, Bubsy. Oh, look at that. It IS a princess, you can ALWAYS spot them.”

“I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.”