That you just happened to buy a house a few yards from the formidable “Cassandre” is such a gift of the gods. Maybe the best part of life is having supportive, interesting friends. You really were destined for that little hamlet where you are blooming along with the roses.
Such a familiar story. The guy who meets you and thinks, "I can use that." Maybe not put that directly, but that's how it plays out. His friends think they are being nice when they refer to you as his "muse" as they appraise your looks. If conversation reveals that you also have a brain, bonus, but not taken seriously. And of course your ideas and work are attributed to the great man. You think you are in such intelligent, prestigious company, and you are, but mostly you're just being used.
I was driving around recently with a couple of friends. For some reason one of them put on Carly Simon's "You're so Vain." We all knew all the words and we all had a story.
Such an engrossing story of bright women so slow to realize how clever men make use of them and ate gone. This includes the familiar story in the comments. Now we all see Cassandre more clearly. Well captured.
That you just happened to buy a house a few yards from the formidable “Cassandre” is such a gift of the gods. Maybe the best part of life is having supportive, interesting friends. You really were destined for that little hamlet where you are blooming along with the roses.
Such a familiar story. The guy who meets you and thinks, "I can use that." Maybe not put that directly, but that's how it plays out. His friends think they are being nice when they refer to you as his "muse" as they appraise your looks. If conversation reveals that you also have a brain, bonus, but not taken seriously. And of course your ideas and work are attributed to the great man. You think you are in such intelligent, prestigious company, and you are, but mostly you're just being used.
I was driving around recently with a couple of friends. For some reason one of them put on Carly Simon's "You're so Vain." We all knew all the words and we all had a story.
it's the long con.
A real story of a real person - so much better than fiction!
Carry on Cassandra.
Such an engrossing story of bright women so slow to realize how clever men make use of them and ate gone. This includes the familiar story in the comments. Now we all see Cassandre more clearly. Well captured.
This is so wonderful, Jobin.