Alexander: And my semi-obscure French word for June is rightfully, in my opinion anyway, “frisson”.
music
Two friends, on Sir Elton.
Cecily: I’m dancing at the Elton John concert.
Arnaud: I hate you. Go to yellow brick hell.
Two friends, on carrots.
Cecily: My grandfather suggested carrots as a cure for insomnia, and it works for me.
Arnaud: I will try them tonight!
Cecily: To improve their efficacy, talk to the carrots while you’re cooking them, or sing. I believe they like folk.
Arnaud: They will have rock, but not The Smashing Pumpkins. That would offend them.
Cecily: I beg to differ. I think the carrots should be at war with the pumpkins. Pumpkins make a better purée and you’d better believe they make a better velouté.
Charles, on Cecily’s writing.
Charles: I like how eloquent you make me sound in your writings. It’s like you’re fine-tuning the noise of a piano rolling uncontrollably down a flight of stairs.
Two friends, on an orchestra.
Cecily: Yves went to inform his music teacher that he’s staying in Paris so he can be with me forever, instead of joining the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra.
Charles: You have a responsibility to the global art world. Just drug him and put him on the Eurostar.
Two friends, on anchor’s aweigh.
Cecily: Yves just told me he may take a post in the symphony in Amsterdam. If he does, he leaves next week.
Charles: That’s a decidedly refined take on the old man-off-to-war story;”Cecily, I must serve in the orchestra in Amsterdam. I ship off tomorrow”.
Nino, on an ideal lover.
Nino: Our relationship was ideal. We were both looking for a “partner-in-crime” situation of semi-polygamous bliss involving a lot of combined ambition, fashion, music and shibari.
Arnaud, on not asking.
Cecily: I am in bed, listening to my lover play Flamenco guitar, and the light is streaming through a glorious open window. I want somebody to bring me a croissant.
Arnaud: You are in a bad position, meine Führerin. A real and charismatic leader has everything she desires without asking.
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