Cecily: You are lucky you broke up in the spring. It’s a gentler time for the soul.
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Cecily, on Wednesday night.
Cecily: Shakira and Beyoncé pulsed through the walls, and we gave ourselves up to translucent fabrics and hot nights with optional toplessness and mandatory thrusting.
Rahoul, on a female.
Rahoul: A female is in the place. She must be mounted.
Inès, on Tatiana.
Inès: You just have to meet Tatiana. She’s the kind of girl that wherever she goes, she has a birdbath full of blow.
Alexander, on Portland.
Alexander: The weather here is as tepid as the people and it’s resettling me into my malaise.
Alexander, on the sun in the east.
Alexander: I very heavily feng shui-ed my flat and in the process came to remember that the sun shall forever rise in the east. Maybe it’s the Yerba Mate, but I feel… well, not addled with malaise or cravings for non-vegan Haagen Dazs. Even Simon and Garfunkel aren’t eliciting their usual doldrums.
Two friends, on Arrabbiata
Cecly: Raj drinks Coca Cola out of an old pasta sauce jar. In my mind, this is next level hipster. However, I doubt hipsters would deign to buy Prego® Arrabbiata.
Alexander: Oh, rest assured, my personal drinking cups are fashioned from non-GMO, organic, single-ingredient peanut butter jars. I sincerely wish I were joking.
Rahoul, the dragon.
Cecily: Annie may already be falling for you.
Rahoul: She has. What are you talking about? This is Rahoul; the dragon speaks, the lamb falls.
Two friends, on art.
Cecily: Your art always has a peace to it. This seems at odds with your mental state at times.
Arnaud: My states of mind are the consequence of the gap between what I would like the world to be – peaceful, intelligent, etc. – and what it is in actuality.
Two friends, on the conventional.
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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