A more accurate metaphor would be that it is like watching my finest artwork gain a life of its own. Her own, I suppose.
[ she's curious about his own interest. Here at least, an Irene free of a Moriarty. Not one and the same; though the woman sounds different than how Jamie had painted her.
(Her Irene was half herself; for this woman to be the same, she would need a half of Jamie Moriarty.) ]
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Date: 2014-02-10 06:59 pm (UTC)[ she's curious about his own interest. Here at least, an Irene free of a Moriarty. Not one and the same; though the woman sounds different than how Jamie had painted her.
(Her Irene was half herself; for this woman to be the same, she would need a half of Jamie Moriarty.) ]