Vincent chose to play the charming host. He showed us some new arrivals and soon I forgot all about the world around me when my fingers touched the scrolls.

I found myself reading:

Such words he flung wildly forth, as a blasting roar
from the north strikes your sail full in front
and lifts the billows to the stars. Shattered the oars,
the prow turns, the ship's side turned to the waves,
down crashes in a heap a craggy mountain mass of water.
Look! men are hanging on the surge's crest----
the yawning deep gives them a glimpse of land
down among the billows, surf and sand raving together.

I emerged from my reading sometime later and joined Vincent and Helena in the garden.

- So, tell us about your travels, Vincent!, I asked.
- And your projects!, Helena added