Cecily: You have an increasing fanbase. People enjoy Charles’ romantic cynicism.
Charles: I’m blushing… If that was the sort of thing I’d do…which as you know, I don’t.
friends
Two friends, on gifts.
Charles: Has my parcel arrived?
Cecily: It has not. Believe me, when it does, you will know about it. I will be so excited.
Charles: But you don’t even know what it is yet.
Cecily: I assume you only ever gift great books and letters.
Charles: Not untrue.
Alexander, on rereading.
Alexander: I just finished my annual rereading of The Unbearable Lightness of Being. This time, it broke my heart more than usual.
Alexander, on necessary traits.
Alexander: I’m increasingly infatuated with a lumbersexual. He’s really into metaphysics and is a licensed massage therapist. Pseudo-profundity and deft hands are the only traits I require in a man at this particular moment.
Two friends, on magic.
Cecily: Maurice likes you very much. He sends his warmest regards.
Nino: He’s lovely; your true guardian angel. He reminds me of my mother.
Cecily: I knew he’d be special when we first met. I catalysed it. I saw him order a margarita and ordered the same, because I knew that way he’d talk to me. He still thinks it was more serendipity than strategy, but who am I to sap away that rare magic?
Two friends, on loving once.
Nino: I should not have hesitated with you.
Cecily: We weren’t right to be together forever. You know it. But we will always be something special. You know that too.
Nino: What do you think could have been wrong?
Cecily: We’re maybe both butterflies. And we seek plants to settle with. Not other butterflies.
Raj, before Christmas dinner.
Raj: I couldn’t find some decent gin, so I got some dodgy cognac instead.
Two friends, on relationships.
Cecily: I just agreed to a one hundred percent monogamous, committed relationship.
Christian: For the weekend?
Two friends, on trifle.
Cecily: Your ex-boyfriend is extremely generous.
Christian: Less so sex-wise.
Cecily: Luckily, I need not trifle with him in the bedroom.
Christian: Trifle may well have been the secret ingredient I never thought of.
Christian, on friends.
Christian: We all said we’d help Oscar move house. Caroline promised to clear her schedule Sunday. I said I’d bring Benjamin and Hélène. George was going to bring the boxes. Veronique said she’d send her maid.
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