The Longest Week Page #3
I can play!
No, you cannot.
We should move.
They're like little veal.
So I met a woman
I don't know. I can't
get her out of my head.
What happened to "the prospects
of bachelorhood"?
I know.
I just find it
completely, overwhelmingly
tedious and unnerving.
So tell me about the girl.
What are the details?
Well, she's like
You know, one of those overly
romantic, virtuous types,
completely self-inhibited,
doesn't drink,
didn't have sex until she was 21
and read the bulk
of the Victorian classics.
Jesus! Sounds like a real keeper.
She is. She really is.
I'm in way over my head.
Is she attractive?
She's a model.
If I ever lost my fortune
and was completely disinherited,
could you ever see me
as a struggling bohemian artist type?
Hypothetically speaking, of course.
That reminds me
do you want to come with me
to the cocktail benefit
at the Woodruff Modern tonight?
Nope.
Come on!
You know I don't like those things.
It'll be fun. You can...
Probably not.
Then you can meet the ingnue.
Is it a date?
Not exactly.
We do this thing where
we don't really go out together.
We just call each other
to make sure the other's
gonna be at a certain place
at a preordained time and...
Adorable.
...we just happen to
bump into one another.
It's... less pressure.
So do you wanna come
to the cocktail party?
Well, I'll need a cocktail first.
Are you wearing perfume?
No, it's a new cologne
that I'm wearing for my date.
Why? What do you think?
Well, I think it smells like perfume.
No.
The woman at Bergdorfs
told me that it's unisex.
And you wanted to smell
sexually ambiguous?
Good evening, and welcome
to this evening's benefit.
I must say I am more than thrilled
to see so many familiar faces.
Enjoy the complimentary
hors d'oeuvres and champagne
and, remember, make a donation!
Cheers.
This is Beatrice Fairbanks.
Beatrice had attended
a rather strict etiquette school
on a biweekly basis.
In doing so, Beatrice
had been quietly instilled
with a certain Victorian idolatry,
a paragon of virtue.
Beatrice had been
forced at a young age
to learn the works of Bach, Chopin
and other masters
of classical music,
though secretly she had
always wanted to play jazz.
Oddly, Beatrice had opted
to become an editorial model...
C'est bon, c'est bon.
It's OK, it's OK.
...an occupation that only
heightened her insecurities.
Beatrice was a finn believer
in mystics, psychics and the occult,
which ran counter
to the debutante norm
which favoured
incessant psychoanalysis.
What does it mean?
So, what do you think of my cologne?
That's you!
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