Cecily: Regret is perhaps the mark of an interesting life. I wear my regrets as I wear my gloves, not often, but always on hand.
humour
Cecily, to Alexander.
Cecily: We don’t throw shade. We throw chiaroscuro.
Cecily, on spiritual doppelgängers.
Cecily: They are singing opera and playing the piano next door, and I wonder if I am living next door to myself.
Cecily and Ishmaël, on marriage.
Cecily: I may still have to get married.
Ishmaël: You know I’ll run for it.
Cecily: Run from it is my suggestion.
Ishmaël: Why would you fill my heart with disillusion?
Cecily: The butterfly drinks its own nectar my dear. I fill it not. Drink only from lovely flowers, and you shall be saved from your disillusionment.
Ishmaël: What a poet thou art, Cecily Shelley Keats Tennyson.
Cecily: Egad! I already have too many last names to get married.
Two friends, on Cecily.
Cecily: Cecily doesn’t drive, Ishmael.
Ishmael: She is driven.
Alexander, on Australians.
Alexander: I helped multiple gorgeous Australian men at the boulangerie today. I don’t know how you ever left your motherland. Yours are a wonderful and lust-inspiring people.
Alexander, on the world wide web.
Alexander: I’m thinking of taking a break from the nonessential internet. It’s wreaking havoc with my blood pressure.
Alexander, about gluten free.
Alexander: I’d love to try being gluten free at some point, but during this chapter of my life, I’m quite content having an extra three kilos and a perpetual cloud of shame hanging about my head.
Two friends, on lipstick.
Cecily: Every one of my white clothes is now ruined thanks to a lipstick that weaselled its way into my washing machine.
Alexander: Was the lipstick at the very least Saint Laurent?
Two friends, on imaginary relatives.
Cecily: This Saturday, I’m having drinks with my Parisian “uncle” who wants to be the godfather of my children (that do not exist yet).
Santiago: Is that “uncle” as imaginary as your children or does he really exist? Standard question from a pharmacist working in a mental health drug company.
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