Finally, one day the "OLD MAN" said to Draper next week you will fly to Switzerland, and get married to my daughter in Lausanne. She was conceived, and born in that city. It was the first time they'd spoken of her since Draper agreed to a wedding with her. "What's your daughter like?" asked Draper. The "OLD MAN" thought carefully for a moment, and said "she's everything, she's charming, she's nursing, likes tattoos, uses yoga mats, plays with kitty cats, lights candles, enjoys the smell of fresh flowers, enjoys French perfume, coffee, coffee, more coffee, she reads, and reads, sings, demonstrates compassion, she dreams, she likes to do, she rides Harley's, likes the smell of rain, drinks Italian red wines, sunsets fascinate her, grows house plants, frequents thrift stores, buys designer hand bags, visits the spa , mimosas, sweat pants, cashmere socks, blue jeans, leg warmers, yes she's tall, greets people cordially, move methodically, and executes simplicity, tiramisu, uses rocking chairs, bubble baths, appreciates a fresh tube of lip stick, good friends, old friends, new friends, messy hair, cozy sweaters, picnics, acupuncture, conversations with children, sunshine, brunch, surprises, laughter, humility, fresh air, spooning, adventures, films, farmers markets, the elderly, big sunglasses, learning, sand between her toes, homemade Italian food, naps, down comforters, kindness, texture, music, world market, the gulf beaches, advertising, minimal tv, learning, changing, growing, pillow talk, 30 second dance parties, and perhaps with you she can find love."