[[MORE]] I’ve been living in Priapia, with the artist’s colony… All those old buggers, Moritz, are so wild, so bohemian. All they want to do is dress me up and paint me. That Johann Ferendorf, he is a wicked one, actually. Always knocking easels down and chasing me, dabbing me with his paintbrush. But then again that’s men… If they can’t stick you with one...