(assiduously tended to by Miranda, who frankly has nothing better to do than to sleep or tend to the garden)
Prospero, can’t you grow daisies like everybody else?
The short answer, predictably, is no. It’s not that the beauty of a wildflower doesn’t terrify me; it’s just that the mind of a collector, to whose fraternity I belong, is generally predisposed to seek the unusual and, dare I say, the grotesque–like a huckster at a carnival seeks to surround himself with nothing but the tallest and shortest of the splendid (though sometimes maligned) homo sapiens genus: in short, he dines in a wind ruffled tent with wise giants and wily dwarfs.
Amorphophallus paeoniifolius