Arnaud: You are sober?
Cecily: Yes.
Arnaud: And the world is still colourful?
Cecily: Very much so.
Arnaud: Was it an accident, your sobriety?
sex and the city
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 Game Theory.
Charles: Yves saying that he would choose to stay with you in Paris instead of taking a dream job in Amsterdam is classic Game Theory. His dominant strategy: lock you in. Your dominant strategy: try as many men as possible, before you settle. Those are conflicting outcomes in a zero-sum game. His best move? Increase the cost to defect. In this case, the cost is your level of guilt for keeping him here if you continue to gadabout with all the other male creatives of Paris.
Cecily: That’s a well thought-out and convincingly articulated hypothesis, my friend.
Charles: Do keep in mind that research finds Game Theory applies best to the emotionally rational, i.e. sociopaths. So you know, he may be a sociopath or he may just be truly in love with you.
Two friends, on the Golden Ratio.
Vinnie: I would like to get your take on short legs and long torsos.
Cecily: With the right brain atop them both, they can be quite satisfactory.
Vinnie: Short legs and long torsos are an affront to the Fibonacci spiral.
Two friends, on Moleskine.
Charles: I bought my 2016 Moleskine today. Not sure if you use one.
Cecily: Is that a question you ask a creative polymath who has already desperately sold her soul to fine leather and great marketing many, many times before? Of course I do.
Two friends, on sausage rolls.
Charles: I’m hilarious. For example: How do you make a sausage roll? Toss it down a hill.
Cecily: There’d better be pastry at the bottom of that fucking hill.
Two friends, planning lunch.
Cecily: Let’s have lunch tomorrow.
Arnaud: Let me find the perfect place!
Cecily: You are hereby delegated the task, lowly subject.
Arnaud: The Empress is back.
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”.
Cecily, on dating.
Cecily: The problem is, I date like a man. And men like the company of other men. In dresses.
Cecily, on Mr. Right.
Cecily: Mr. Right is always right for a few weeks. Right now there are four Mr. Not-quite-right-but-good-for-winter-nights types.
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