to piece a garment

For the last three weeks I have been going what you call bone-idle.

[I]ts main character, Henry (Mr. [Ewan] McGregor), is a successful, intellectual dramatist who seems quite capable of churning out fizzy, challenging works about brilliant but ambivalent revolutionaries, philosophers, etc. […] But this cleverer-than-thou creature gets his comeuppance in The Real Thing, showing that a very human heart – just like those possessed by the less sesquipedalian – beats beneath his fancy words.

I saw him giving me the eye as soon as I entered the room.