Did he know he was (almost) perfect? The pretty perfection of his face? No... he couldn't have.
I was suprised- quite honestly- by the fullness of his lips. He was white- as white as new fallen snow- he was a he, yet he had the mouth of some gorgeous Mexican boy.
Cheek bones like steel- hard jawed and strong chined... really a sculptor's dream.
A cushion- cut sapphire- wrapped in mouldy newspaper. I think his eyes were pale sapphire.
He was intent on his reading- never knowing he was perfect- never knowing that he was hardly flawed... I guess that was his flaw.