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[allthyvexations]

You would enjoy it if I told you to "put your back into it," wouldn't you? You seem like the sort to enjoy that semblance of jamais vu.

Ah, yes. This is the part where I'm supposed to quote Shakespeare. "Brave new world." You'll never actually reach this brave new world if you don't actually set sail. I know that you know what I mean, considering that you've begun to study my speech patterns. I won't discriminate - science and art begin with observation, after all, and you and I appreciate both.

I don't mind waiting with a cup of earl gray and my laptop. I'll leave this deadline to you. I've got a division to run and you have your own department. I trust that you'll keep the ball rolling regardless, so to speak. Mundane.

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[easilysmitten]

I suppose "mundane" is a rather accurate term. They do seem to study the most trivial of subjects. Sometimes with more vigour than the task deserves.

[herotypical]

Jamais vu. I like that. It's cute.

[allthyvexations]

Better a mundane that studies than one that does not.

[allthyvexations]

Am I to expect that you'll be swooning every time I speak French, then?

[easilysmitten]

While this is true, I can't help but feel it being a bit intrusive.

[allthyvexations]

Science and art are intrusive. Somewhat painfully.

[herotypical]

Swooning? Please. French is all Greek to me. [ only clearly not, as she knows enough to know that his line was -- as she put it -- cute. but she plays a fast and dirty game of seeming less than she really is. ]

Practically flunked it, y'know. In high school.

[easilysmitten]

I've heard of people suffering for art, but I'm pretty sure it was willingly.

[allthyvexations]

The root of French isn't quite Greek, though it was prevalent enough to leave its mark regardless. [Two can play a game of obtuseness, and Q doesn't mind his circumlocution.]

C'est une grande habileté que de savoir cacher son habilité.

[allthyvexations]

Van Gogh would say otherwise.

[herotypical]

Sorry. Barring kitchsy platitudes, Jean Paul Gaultier, or fromage, I'm out of my depth. Besides, aren't you Brits supposed to be the anti-French?

[ she guess off the accent, at least. ]

[easilysmitten]

... who?

[14th Century English Noble here.]

[allthyvexations]

I had no idea that we were still living in the dark ages.

[herotypical]

Your stores still sell tweed. That's dark enough for me.

[allthyvexations]

Look him up. The most beautiful paintings hid the most tortured soul. Yes, it makes me feel quite melancholy to think of his art.

[allthyvexations]

By all means, help yourself to shiny spandex and animal print.

[easilysmitten]

My mundane does say I have a lot of things to learn. If I wanted to spend my time buried in books and tomes, I would have stayed in training for the clergy.

[A sigh.]

I suppose one must start somewhere. What was this fellow's name? Van Gogh?

[herotypical]

...Hey! It was the nineties. The nineties are like Vegas. What happens in the nineties, stays in the nineties.

[allthyvexations]

[Well, color him surprised. Not that you can see it.]

The clergy isn't the only source of written knowledge unless you're from the Dark Ages.

Vincent van Gogh. Brilliant and evocative artist.

[allthyvexations]

It was certainly as tasteless as Las Vegas. Not that I've ever been. I hate flying.

[easilysmitten]

I would hardly call my ages dark, sir. The sun rises day after day.

I will bother my mundane for material. I am a little bit interested, I will admit.

[allthyvexations]

There will always be a metaphorical darkness to any age.

If your mundane is not as mundane as the name would dictate, then I am certain you will receive material for perusal.

[herotypical]

See, you can't just say that without having been there. Otherwise, it's just typical Brit grandstanding. Smugness. That chafing sense of superiority.

[easilysmitten]

It is true that the Crusades are a dark moment, but they are necessary.

Yes, he is already working on it.

[allthyvexations]

One doesn't need to have been there to fully comprehend the flashing neon lights and the gaudy casinos.

Why don't you tell me the difference between accusing all British of a high horse complex and my blanket understanding of Vegas' tackiness?