Cecily: I wanted a toy unicorn. I had an inside joke about one with my lover Yves, and I wanted to give the unicorn to him for Christmas. I announced my desire to find one rather publicly. Jonathan loved me so much he haunted every shop in Paris on Christmas Eve to find me that unicorn. He didn’t know why I wanted it, just that he could give me something I wanted, and that he could make me smile.
He found that unicorn and bought it for me for Christmas. It showed up under my tree all glittering and shining via beautiful guilt-laced adoration. And now I have it. And it was always intended for Yves.
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Charles, to Cecily.
Charles: You are like one of Ayn Rand’s protagonists: a self-interested person that must be unsentimental toward those that rely on you. They need you for their joy. You produce, they consume. Don’t forget that.
Two strangers, on life.
Yann: You cannot be real. I bet you’re a spam cyborg.
Cecily: I am certainly a cyborg, but not a spam one. Are you one of “us”?
Yann: I… I’m not sure… I travel around the world, looking for answers. I hope to eventually find out who I am.
Cecily: You’ll probably find you’re human. That would be the best end.
Carlo, on umbrellas.
Carlo: I am a thief of umbrellas. I give them to beautiful women who pass by the Café de Flore.
Two friends, on wives.
Karim: I’m flying back to Riyadh for a couple of weeks.
Cecily: Bring me a wife?… That may have come off as culturally conflationary, but I generally ask for wives when my friends travel.
Alexander, on Cecily’s new lover.
Alexander: Your new lover looks like an off-brand, Pan-European Oscar Wilde.
Two friends, on dependence.
Maurice: Apparently Raj is an essential part of your life.
Cecily: I need a lot of people around me for this existence to be viable.
Maurice, on cocktails.
Maurice: Every good alliance starts with a drink. People who start to drink start to get interesting.
Two friends, on pace.
Carlo: You walk so quickly.
Cecily: I am walking toward my future husband, and you toward old age. I understand the difference in pace.
Cecily, on QI.
Cecily: I was considering taking in a sex slave, but I don’t know how good I’d actually be at being a dominatrix. I like being lazy in the mornings, and I don’t know how prepared I’d be to get up and whip someone to do my dishes. Also, if some masked gentleman were living in a cage by my bed, I’d feel self-conscious about watching so much QI.
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