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The Vision in White

One morning (sometime in October or November), Orlando Jones happened upon the image of her desire at 6am.

Lacan: "It is not every day that you encounter what is so constituted as to give you precisely the image of your desire." [5]

She was jogging. Well, not quite jogging but doing a few fast walking rounds of the campus (it was so small) as a warm up before jogging around the oval. On the western pathway (where the umbrellas had drifted in autumn) a flash of white glided suddenly across her bow. The white flash materialised into a young Chinese man, slim, lithe, upright. He crossed the path without appearing to move. Orlando Jones was suddenly motionless. He wore white silk Chinese style pyjama and white slippers. He was beautiful. On subsequent mornings, Orlando Jones discovered that he practised tajiquan in the northeastern corner of the sports field (near the glasshouse where the campus plants were stored in winter) alone and indifferent. Fascinated, she slowed her jog to a walk around this corner of the track every time. She hoped she wasn't ogling.

ogle v ~ at sb (derog) look or stare at (esp. a woman) in a way that suggests sexual interest. [6]

Lily Wong thought that she (Orlando Jones) was skating on thin ice. [7]

Orlando Jones said, "You are fictional." [8]

As the temperature fell toward freezing, Orlando Jones' morning jogs became 7am and then 8am and then ceased. She missed the graceful young man in the white silk pyjama. She also missed the unusually chubby young man whose morning laps around the oval had also inspired her.