All I could say was: he had the wrong kind of body. What was wrong with it? You couldn't say it wasn't goodlooking, lying there in the sunshine, very dark brown and gleaming with oil. And yet it repelled me slightly; it was slender in the wrong way, and somehow too elegant, too wearily sophisticated in its movements - though not to the point of seeming effeminate. Perhaps it had lain too long in the expensive Riviera or Bahamian sun, on the terraces of overweening hotels and villas perched like eagles above the sea; had b
All I could say was: he had the wrong kind of body. What was wrong with it? You couldn't say it wasn't goodlooking, lying there in the sunshine, very dark brown and gleaming with oil. And yet it repelled me slightly; it was slender in the wrong way, and somehow too elegant, too wearily sophisticated in its movements - though not to the point of seeming effeminate. Perhaps it had lain too long in the expensive Riviera or Bahamian sun, on the terraces of overweening hotels and villas perched like eagles above the sea; had b