I don't think it's shallow, per se, just, oh... something else. I'm too tired to think.*
This is a wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing. That photograph you referenced is charming, and I'm amused by the anecdote about Errol Flynn "losing" his earring during dressing room trysts when he was playing Don Juan.
Oh, God, what if I'm becoming diurnal?
Goodness, that doesn't sound a fun thing to be. I hope you can find pleasant rest tonight.
I'm exhausted as well; I couldn't sleep much last night.
*You're not worse than I am, at least. There's an equestrian portrait of Catherine the Great that always makes me wish I could... not have a relationship with her (I'm not comfortable being that close to power) but meet her one afternoon, in some neutral setting, for a ride through a park together and then go for a quiet drink, and never mind the facts that I've not been on a horse in more than a decade and I'd have to speak French to her, which is by far my worst language.