This book is like velvet; a rich and sensuous surface, concealing hidden and ultimately dangerous depths. The combination of politics and passion is irresistable. It's the first time I've ever felt sympathy with a French aristocrat during the revolution.
In French this rose is known as Cuisse d'nymphe emue. After its characteristic colouring, of blood under creamy white skin, suggestive - why not? - of the subtle flush spreading up the inner thigh of a nymph in a state of arousal. A typically French concept: erudite, erotic, excessive.