Eveld gasps with indignation. "Is that so? When I smothered this lady with exquisite compliments, I received o

Eveld gasps with indignation. "Is that so? When I smothered this lady with exquisite compliments, I received only insults and jokes in return! When I came to her with gifts, begging her to become the muse for my greatest work – I was ridiculed and sent away like a snotty boy! And now, the moment I start to pursue my art away from this good lady, she seeks me out and says I'm guilty of spiteful slander! What shall I do? I'm but a slave to my inspiration, which is sent to me from above!" Eveld smoothes down his hair and adds. "And while we're on the subject of my poetry, it's really not that bad..."