“A mere fraction of the pain it has caused me to see you skulk into a room. The shoulders then come back—sweet Saint Stephen, no! You are not cracking a nut between your shoulder blades, they scoop under, there is a structure. You are not hiding, imagine you are there to display your clothes—to sell them to a discerning customer! Yes, better, strong but soft.” “Strong and soft?” “Exactly! Now, the pelvis tilts—good grief, not back—arse in, such as it is, groin up, such as it is, stomach tight. At least pretend you have a spine.
