The Longest Week Page #2
in St Barts thinks it's fashionable
I get the swift kick.
Swift kick? I thought
you broke it off with her.
I did, but still...
So Henri over at the gallery
set me up on a date last week.
That bad?
You can always tell
by who they set you up with.
Is it wrong to be aroused
by a bunch of 17-year-old girls
running around with knee-high socks
and polyester shorts?
Well, I guess that's a decision every
man has to make for himself.
But yes. Obviously, yes.
Conrad needs a girlfriend.
No, no, no, we don't
need girlfriends.
This is not the time
for girlfriends.
This is the time for us
to read and to write
and to have deviant
fetishistic sex with prostitutes.
Please! This from
a serial monogamist.
You've never even
been with a prostitute.
I understand that.
If you'll indulge me,
I'm going through a rough break-up.
I need to have certain reassurances
about the prospect of bachelorhood.
Look alive, look alive.
You need a new goalie?
Don't make eye contact.
Hey, mister,
give us back our ball!
Interaction is inappropriate.
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!
You probably didn't get a good...
It's a little feminine.
The woman at Bergdorfs
told me it was unisex.
Hi. She was clearly lying.
He smells pretty, doesn't he?
Um, Beatrice,
this is my 'friend' Conrad.
Conrad, Beatrice.
We've met.
Just briefly.
On the subway.
Subway?
I gave him my, um...
Scarf.
She gave me her scarf. It was cold.
I'm gonna need that back from you.
OK. I'll give it to you.
I can get it from you...
to give to her.
- I'm gonna... I think I see foie gras.
- Yep.
- Want some? Duck?
- No.
Take your time.
He's... That's so nice of you.
Obviously I've got
a target on my back.
I didn't even know it.
I didn't even know it.
And listen to this.
My mistress says
she doesn't want to have sex
because she's afraid
she'll get pregnant.
I told her at the rate
we have intercourse
the only way that's going to happen is
from immaculate conception.
Didn't you say she was on the pill?
Yeah, yeah, she is,
but she says she's afraid of the 1%
and, besides, she wants to get off, it
gives her mood swings.
Awful. Just awful.
You already have a wife that
doesn't want to sleep with you.
Touch.
Honey, have you met, um...
Don't you find that the...
...the virtuous ideals
of the Victorian authors
are somewhat unrealistic
and sentimental?
No, not at all.
And as the century went on,
the scope of the genre
became far more complex.
You do realise that the moniker
of 'Victorian literature'
ranges from the Bront sisters
to Kipling?
Yes.
Have you ever actually
read any of their books?
No, but I'm...
...I'm heavily considering it.
She wouldn't have left. She...
she asked me to say goodbye, so...
There she is.
Hey.
Hi.
So where... where you heading now?
I have to go to bed.
I have work in the morning.
Yeah, me too. I'm gonna...
So what are you
working on these days?
Nothing in particular.
I'm open to ideas.
You sound very ambitious.
Actually, I am in
the gathering stages of a novel.
It is to be one of the great
New York novels
in the tradition
of Fitzgerald, Edith Wharton.
You've been in the gathering stages
for over a decade.
Well, all good things take time.
I don't want to suffer
the same pitfalls
as my predecessors
with my sophomore effort.
"Rushed"? I don't think
you finished your first novel.
And I'm pretty sure it can't
qualify as a sophomore effort
if you don't finish your first book.
You finish...
Nonetheless, everybody knows
that there are certain pitfalls
associated with a sophomore effort
that I simply want to avoid.
Period.
Avoid it by not doing it.
Dylan!
Well... goodnight.
Goodnight.
Don't you try anything.
I won't.
Don't try anything.
I won't.
Don't.
I...
Nearly 30 minutes had passed
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
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