Jonathan: I wonder if sometimes I am the mermaid and you are the argonaut.
Writing
Cecily, to Ishmael.
Cecily: You are lucky you broke up in the spring. It’s a gentler time for the soul.
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.
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?
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.
Arnaud, on pregnancy.
Arnaud: This afternoon, I will meet the girl in Bordeaux for whom my love is unrequited. She just told me that she is pregnant once again. I will binge-drink to celebrate it.
Charles, on Cecily’s writing.
Charles: I like how eloquent you make me sound in your writings. It’s like you’re fine-tuning the noise of a piano rolling uncontrollably down a flight of stairs.
Two friends, on codices.
Xavier: I love the word “codex”.
Cecily: Me too. It’s so “Davinci”.
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.
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