“Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,There I'll establish a city for me.”
“He would look over the edge of the sofa down into the sea.”
“I'll be back at sea by then," Bradshaw put in, "so I'll comfort myself with the knowledge that you'll namethe infant after me.""I don't think 'Half-wit' will pass muster with Georgie, but I'll let her know that's your suggestion.”
“In her minds eye she sat there, in the domesticated golden sunlight on the velvet sofa, lapped around by carpets and books and mahogany, solitary and content, as if, in fact, cloistered.”
“Give me a map and I'll build you a city.”
“Mountain to sea”