The Longest Week Page #5

I won't.

Don't.

I...

Nearly 30 minutes had passed

and Beatrice could still feel

a rush from Conrad's flirtation.

Don't try anything.

I won't.

Not this one.

Dylan...

...I won't.

Don't try anything.

I won't!

The two friends' competitive nature,

which had spanned

nearly three decades,

stemmed from the simple fact

that each not only envied the other,

but wanted secretly to be the other.

Neither one ever spoke of this.

You know just 'cause

you're almost 40

and still getting a weekly

allowance from your parents

doesn't mean you can just do nothing

for the rest of your life.

First of all, I'm writing

a novel, as you well know.

Secondly, your statement

is completely subjective

and lacking any substantive facts.

You're walking down

a very dangerous road, my friend.

What road is that?

The road to Fantasy Land.

And when you take

a trip to Fantasy Land

you should always

have a return ticket.

I don't even know what that means.

At some point you're gonna have to

come to the same realisation I did.

What's that?

The rest of the world is never gonna

love you as much as your parents do.

Weren't you adopted?

I don't understand why

you're interested in this guy.

He's just another

philandering affluent type

doomed to chronic alcoholism,

perpetual adolescence

and death by syphilis.

He probably sits around all day

drinking Tom Collins

and just performing acts

of mental masturbation.

That is such an unfair generalisation.

He's not like that!

For your information,

he is writing a novel.

Aren't we all?

So I'm thinking about taking it

to the next level with Beatrice

and actually asking her

out to dinner tonight.

Bad move.

Why?

You just saw her last night.

You don't wanna crowd her

and make her think you're too eager.

Definitely wait.

How long?

I don't know, Dylan. A day at least.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Beatrice.

Yes, that's my plane.

I never understood why someone

would want to be a vegetarian.

I mean, do you really

love animals that much?

No, no, no, I just hate plants.

You eat fish, though, right?

Why?

All the vegetarians eat fish.

Well, I'm a Pisces.

What's that got to do with it?

I don't eat my own kind.

Beatrice, tell me,

what is it like being a model,

all those people staring at you?

It's like any other job innocuous

and demoralising. But it pays well.

I'm serious. Tell me about yourself.

All I know is that

you do frequent the subway

and you read Victorian

and pre-Victorian literature, right?

Come on. I wanna know...

I wanna know your fears.

I'd like to know your hopes.

I wanna know political ideologies

and sexual preference.

I don't care what order.

That's a lot of information

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