Xavier: I love the word “codex”.
Cecily: Me too. It’s so “Davinci”.
the daily mails
Elijah, on sadness.
Elijah: Sometimes sadness makes me very unhappy.
Two friends, on bed.
Vinnie: I love being in bed with my gym socks on, like a fourteen year-old American teenager.
Cecily: I love being in bed naked with volumes of my own poetry, like an 18th Century cortigiana onesta.
Two friends, on weakness.
Charles: What is Charles’ greatest weakness?
Cecily: His wholehearted enjoyment of his own flaws. Thus, he will always find growth difficult, if not impossible.
Charles: I hate your assessment. Be dishonest next time.
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.
Delilah, on overly encoded language.
Delilah: According to my tutors, I’m a master of hermeneutically self-referential, overly encoded language.
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 being cock-eyed enough.
Charles: Having someone work for you changes your perspective on the world.
Cecily: Yes. I need an assistant. And a mansion in Saint Germain. Then my perspective will be well enough cock-eyed to live my best life.
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.
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