"I'm never tired." It was his boast that he could stand longer in a given pose than any other model, and thereby he had earned reputation.
"Then don't go to pieces, my boy," said the head of the school, not unkindly.

"You're supposed to be a Greek athlete and not Venus rising from the sea or a jelly at a children's party." Paul flushed all over, and insane anger shook him.

How dared the man speak to him like that?
He kept the pose, thinking wild thoughts.

Every moment the strain grew less bearable, the consciousness of his degradation more intense.

He longed for something to happen, something dramatic, something that would show the vampires what manner of man he was.