his catalogue, flicking past entry after entry of artwork he had in storage because he lacked a place to put it.
He froze the screen on a black statue. At first glance, it was barely carved at all and hardly worthy of attention. But if one knew the history of Yonta Prime, and he did, one knew that the deep black surface of the statue absorbed light better than almost any other substance in the galaxy. It was one of his favorite pieces. He had never had the space to keep it anywhere other than his storage facility.
He mentally measured his office. No, it was impossible.
The statue would make him look like a careless collector who didn't care for order as long as the piece pleased him. He refused to give in to clutter.
There was an office that would suit nicely, of course. It was a few floors up, and Palpatine had had his eye on it for a while.
He made arrangements for the statue to be packed up and shipped to his residence on Coruscant. He could keep it there for a short while, and then he would have all the space he needed to put it on display.
Queen's peril, chapter 19, page 219
Palpatine you are such an interesting individual i need to dissect you under a microscope in the worst way possible
