Arnaud: Who is Lina?
Cecily: A good friend of mine.
Arnaud: I have seen her in photographs. She is extraordinarily gorgeous. Is she weird, or desperately conventional?
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Two friends, on a manicure.
Christian: Are you enjoying your manicure?
Cecily: I am still at work, so one could say it’s still in its ideation phase.
Two friends, on weddings.
Cecily: Jonathan loves churches. If only we could have a non-denominational wedding in a Catholic cathedral. Or a mosque.
Alexander: Perhaps a nice, non-denominational meadow? I’m getting married in a whiskey library.
Two friends, on hearts.
Cecily: You are wonderfully intelligent and kind and generous and wicked.
Arnaud: Thank you. That warms my cold heart.
Cecily: Your heart is not cold. You are simply delusional.
Cecily, on a shoe.
Cecily: I threw one shoe off on the steps of the Sacre Cœur and left it there, a crazed contemporary Cinderella. I figured that by the time midnight hit, I’d have a prince and a roasted pumpkin in my oven and a quartet playing Corelli in my living room. I guess I didn’t read Grimm’s tale with enough scrutiny…
Cecily, on a destructive kind of love.
Cecily: Just one day, I want to be on the train to Inverness and catch a man’s eye. We’d fall easily into a Lady Macbeth and Macbeth kind of love.
Cecily, on writing.
Cecily: I want to write postcards, not extended literature!
Two friends, on the doctor.
Cecily: I was looking at wedding rings this morning.
Arnaud: Why?! Butterflies’ fingers are too thin for rings dear. You must be ill. Go and see a doctor.
Cecily: I need a ring. What if I get old and nobody loves me enough to keep me company, and all I have left is old copies of Vogue magazine and thoughts about what could have been if I had shared my life with somebody? Maybe the doctor will marry me…
Charles, on fate and fortune.
Charles: Fate has never been cruel. Neither has fortune. Unless you include a complete disregard for allowing me everything I want, whenever I want it.
Two friends, on lack of sheep.
Cecily: I have no sheep in my apartment.
Charles: Where do you get your wool from? How do you stay warm in the winter?
Cecily: Harrods’ cashmere.
Charles: But do your blankets and throws offer you unconditional love and, more importantly, loyalty?
Cecily: No, but my Italian greyhound does.
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