A woollen dress, coarse and individually designed, you knew that coarseness becasue it didn’t come from economy but from the rustic penchant of its wearer. I am like Lucy Snow, constantly measuring what things cost and where their owner is placed. And Lucy accused Madame of the very same sin without seeing it in herself. Lucy-light. Lucifer. Lucy-Lust of the eyes, and the pride of life. My old Greek teacher Dr Moore, trying to explain that phrase from the New Testament, he said we are like a clock winding down and our pride is that we think we run all by ourselves.
- Tracy Ryan, Jazz Tango : p. 68
