This seems to imply that by then at least one (") of Gellius' children was of negotious age, having taken the manly toga.

She reached over and picked up a French fried potato.

My world is built of touch-sensations, devoid of physical color and sound […] . Every object is associated in my mind with tactual qualities which, combined in countless ways, give me a sense of power, of beauty, or of incongruity: for with my hands I can feel the comic as well as the beautiful in the outward appearance of things.

God above, this man was as chiseled as the statues she'd spied in the Louvre.