Lucie de la Falaise has a sweet sort of beauty. I love her best when she smiles, because her dimples are adorable and her face lights up so beautifully. There’s something offbeat about her looks: She manages to look uptown and downtown at the same time.
Bridget Fonda possesses a very delicate, sweet kind of beauty. That’s not to say that she doesn’t have a strong personality. I like to define Bridget’s features without overpowering her softness and simplicity. I just try to keep it simple and let her pretty skin come through.


I was sitting in the cool of the big fan when they came in. We sank Tigers for an hour while exchanging news of the day. Mine was generally uninteresting to them. The only thing I had bought was a chunky fat-bladed penknife from the Thieves Market in Rochor Destination Road; I had found it attractive because it had a marlin spike and a War Department stamp on the handle. Their story was altogether more entertaining: the bilge cleaners – a grim band of Chinese ladies in their 40s and 50s, whose job it was to go beneath the engine room plating and swab out the oily bilges with cotton waste rags – were selling themselves to the crew for 30 Singapore dollars a turn. That was about four pounds sterling at the time. They were taking shifts in one of the sailor’s cabins and most of the crew, according to John, were finding time to visit. Barry started goading John, accusing him of surreptitiously sneaking into the cabin and shagging one of them. John began denying this vehemently, to such an extent that I began to wonder whether there was any truth in the accusation. I thought it would be good sport to side with Barry to try and wind John up, although John was always good at manoeuvring and was skilled in turning a situation back on his accuser.

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